#joselyn

Joselyn puts her head on my shoulder again. I hear cautious footsteps, Eliza coming out of the bedroom with her face strained into a frown. A shot of cold punches my gut as I look at her face, which has an expression that for the first time, I can’t interpret. 

“We start packing today,” Eliza croaks, and Joselyn lifts her head up.

Joselyn gives a sympathetic thin-lipped smile, “Hey, you’re awake. I half expected you to sleep in,” she tries to give a dry chuckle, but silence looms.

“I know what you two were talking about,” Eliza continues, her gaze fixed away from us and her throat tight. “But I just need my best friend today, Bob, is that okay?” She looks at me without turning her head, her eye bags framing her bloodshot green eyes.

“Y-yeah, yeah, of course, hon,” I fumble over my words as I shakily sit away from Joselyn.

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San Myshuno - 9:25 A.M.

Bob’s perspective

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay,” Joselyn says. She reassuringly rubs my back to comfort me, but all I can do is just sigh.

“I just can’t help but feel that it’s over–how can she ever trust me again? Even if she starts trusting me again, it’ll never be the same.” Joselyn lays her head down on my shoulder, staying silent. 

I stammer before I start speaking again, “I-I mean, I want to have kids with her so so badly. How is that going to work if every time she looks at our kids she thinks of the one I hid from her?”

“Hey,” she looks at me with a caring sternness. “It’s you and Eliza; you’ll get through this, you got that?” I nod.

xx.

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