Chapter 14
Between assignments and lectures, Tanner couldn’t stay in the UK indefinitely–but he still flew in every damn weekend.[]
He wouldn’t call, wouldn’t message. Just stood silently outside my building like some tragic romantic hero, waiting.]
Every time Tristan and I walked out together, Tanner would glare and mutter, “Another fly buzzing around.“[]
Tristan, grocery bag in hand, bumped my shoulder lightly.]]
“Pretty sure he’s calling you garbage, just FYI.“[]
I closed my eyes. “…“]]
Tanner’s obsessive behavior had me seriously considering moving.]
I’d missed the uní housing deadline earlier, but a room had recently opened up on campus.]
When Tristan found out, he didn’t say a word–just took his frustration out on a poor piece of meat in the kitchen, chopping like it personally offended him.[]
We didn’t speak all day. Eventually, he stomped over, still scowling.[]
“Hot pot. You in or not?“]]
I shook my head. “Trying to eat clean.“]]
He didn’t skip a beat. “I’ll make a lean version. No oil, clear broth, all protein and greens.“]
I sighed. “Fine.“]]
Over a simmering pot of minimalist hot pot, Tristan said quietly, “If that idiot keeps showing up, I can take care of it. You shouldn’t have to move because he can’t take a hint.”
“How?” I asked.]
He just smirked. “Don’t worry about it.“]
I never found out what he did, but Tanner didn’t come back for a full month.]
The only trace of him was the relentless stream of messages–daily updates I never asked for, photos I didn’t open, words that meant nothing.
A month later, I finally hit delete on his number.]
Not because I was over him.]]
But because I’d said yes to someone else.]
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