"I loved you, Eva Farlow, I loved you. And I guess you never loved me..."
The curtains in the room swayed gently in the wind. I sat on the bed and thought about what Freddie had said about Roger. Maybe I overreacted and shouldn't have left the guy like that? He really loves me if he's in the state the singer told me he is.
I took my notebook from the dresser and looked up Roger's number. Steeling myself, I quickly dialed the number and went to the window. The beeps seemed to go on forever.
— Listen.
A sad, soft voice answered on the other end of the line, making my heart beat even faster.
"Roger," I said softly.
"Eve ... Is that you?" his voice changed.
— Yeah. We need to talk, " I said, trying to keep my voice calm as I ran my fingers over the window panes.
— Why did you disappear, leaving me alone?"
— It's gonna be, sorry…
— Where are you?" I'll be right over, " he said quickly.
"No need, Rog. I'd like to ask your forgiveness for everything.
There was silence.
- So we're breaking up? Yes?
I imagined what it would be like for him to hear those words. Tears rolled from his eyes one by one.
"I'm sorry, Roger," I sobbed.
"I loved you, eve Farlow, I loved you. I guess you never loved me.…
"Rog, I love you. I will always love only you — " I whispered hysterically.
"Then why the hell are you leaving me?" the boy shouted.
I heard the sound of broken glass in the background.
"I'm sorry... You'll soon forget about me —" I said slowly, " we're too different, Rog, to be together."
"Why?" What nonsense! If people love each other, they are together! And you lie to me, girl! You never loved me…
Something broke again. Roger could have blown up everything in his path in a fit of rage, I knew that.
"I wish you happiness, eve Farlow." From now on, everything will be the way you wanted it. I won't be in your life anymore. Farewell.
There were short beeps. The phone fell out of my hand. Now I could let my emotions out. I slammed my fist against the windowsill, feeling no pain at all. I was so hurt and offended that I collapsed, weeping, banging his palms on the floor.
Two weeks passed.
I worked hard, sometimes even seven days a week, to save up for a rented apartment in London. The task was, in principle, feasible, because the work in the Bank brought me only pleasure, so I knew that very soon I will reach my goal.
The collective was a good, blessed even better. Mr. Lovett often praised me for my rapid progress and accomplishments during those two weeks. I met Terry, and she became not only a colleague, but also a friend. The girl is twenty-two years old, with large blue eyes and curly blond hair. She had been with the Bank for three years, so she had no trouble helping me.
We often walked together, went shopping, parks and cafes.
Terry has a very good character, she quickly finds a common language with new people, so we easily made friends with her.
Leaning back in my chair, I glanced wearily at my watch. Wow! You should be home by now!
I turned off the computer, grabbed my bag, and headed for the exit. The phone rang and Terry's number appeared on the screen.
"Where are you, home front worker?" she laughed.
"I just got off work," I said wearily.
"You're kidding." "listen," she said, " would you like to join me?" Saturday night, and I'm still wide awake! her friend laughed.
Terry told me how she spends her weekends. Getting drunk to the point of losing your pulse and doing something crazy! Crazy! It houses two personalities, I don't understand.
— Hello? You hear me? "what is it?" she asked again.
"Yes, I hear you." I take it you won't leave me alone?" I laughed.
"Naturally! Go row back to your hotel, and then come to the pub, which is a block away from work.
— Nicely. I'll be there in an hour, " I said, and ended the call.
Of course, I didn't want to go anywhere. I would have preferred to go to bed and sleep for ten hours, but Terry was his usual self. Maybe she was right, though. I am constantly at work, it is necessary to rest once?
After a quick shower, I put on the dress Roger had given me. Unwittingly, starters recall the evening, which fully crossed out my past life, and gave push for a real life, in which I felt themselves much better. Letting down my gorgeous thick hair, I made up, concentrating on a bright scarlet lipstick. I put on black patent leather sandals with tractor soles. It is good that the cuts and bruises that were on my face finally went down.
I walked confidently toward the pub, catching the glances of some of the guys. Of course, I was a little amused.
Near the entrance, stood my new friend. She was wearing a denim skirt, a blue top, and a gray jacket. The girl smoked and stared at me:
— - We decided to shoot down on the spot to its way? "one of the guys who's going to hit on me tonight is going to share my bed."
Thank you for attention!
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