30. Roman
CHAPTER 30
ROMAN
This past week has been hell. I’ve tried calling Patrick and he won’t return my phone calls. Not that I would either. I essentially swooped in and took his fiancée. Waverly called me and asked me if she would mind if Patrick stayed in the apartment with her. As much as I was tempted to voice my concerns, I knew she was in a tough situation. I’ve been getting calls and texts from her making sure that I’m okay. Well, I’m really fucking not!Not one part of me believes she would step out on whatever we have going on between us. Logical Roman knows this, but emotional Roman? He’s losing his damn mind.
The thought of them laughing and cuddling on the couch, falling into old habits. Not that they did much of those things anyway, but maybe their dynamic changed. He has a second chance at life. I know I’d certainly do shit differently. That thought hurts my head. It literally gives me a headache.
I pop open the bottle of ibuprofen and down some with big chugs of water. I’m a firm believer that the faster I get the pills down, the faster they will work, and this headache will dull along the with the ache in my chest.
I fill the Mr. Coffee trough with water and add my freshly ground coffee beans into a filter and switch it on. Caffeine has been my go-to vice as of recently.
Sleep has been non-existent. Every night that passes I can’t help but wonder if that's the night Waverly will realize that I am not the better choice, and she’ll let Patrick touch her and woo her in ways I can only dream of. Again.
Another ache in my chest. I dig my fingers along my sternum to negate the pain. Like any other almost twenty-five-year-old, I could stalk Waverly or my brother on social media, but they are part of the generation where they feel the need to document every waking minute on the Internet for the world to see is a waste of time. I agree wholeheartedly, but it would also be a lot easier to numb my brain. Just put me out of my misery already.