Читать книгу A Ghost's Story - Jenna Lynn Bretz - Страница 15

I woke and turned to find that Stanley had already left. There was a note on the pillow: “Juliet, I didn’t want to wake you. You look too beautiful lying there to disturb you. I had to be at the hospital early today, sorry about that. Really want to spend some time together this evening. I love you.”

My mind was racing. Suddenly, New York didn’t feel so exciting anymore. I began to wonder if it was really what I wanted. I felt so complete lying there next to Stanley, feeling his chest rise and fall with every breath. I never wanted it to end. I slept more comfortably and felt safer than I had ever felt. I got up, got ready for work, and headed toward the door. There on the arm of the chair in the living room was Stanley’s tie. I picked it up. It smelled like Stanley.

“Juliet, get it together, girl. You have plans, you can’t get hung up on some guy.”

The truth was that I was more than hung up on Stanley. I had given my feelings for him the freedom to do what they wanted. I felt no regret. I only felt the need for more of him. My heart raced in my chest with excitement. Stanley loved me, and I loved him.

I walked out of my apartment, unaware that it would be the last time.

I felt an electrifying pain surge through my head. I wasn’t sure what was happening. Then I felt it again. I reached for the back of my head and felt the warmth of my blood trickling down my neck. A tingling sensation began to fill my skull, and darkness closed in around me. Cold black eyes were the last thing I remember.

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