I thought it might be Jackson realizing I was missing, but it was a message from Rebecca.
Jackson was staying over at her place, with clothes scattered everywhere.
[Jackson was too tired, so he's sleeping here for now. Don't worry.]
Worry about what?
I looked at the corner of the bed, where Jackson's once-toned abs seemed like a distant memory.
When we were together, his six-pack was my favorite.
Now that even that was gone, there was nothing left to hold on to.
I lay exhausted on the bed, looking around at the cozy little home I'd created. I remembered when we first moved in.
He held me close and took in the room.
"We should put up our photos here and make a photo wall. You love the piano, so we'll get one and set it up in that corner. You can play, I'll sing. We'll snuggle up, drink some red wine, and watch movies…"
"Aurora, even if I can't give you much right now, believe me, when we have our own place, it'll be all your design. You'll decide everything. You're the heart of our home."
In that moment, surrounded by his love, I truly thought I'd found a place in his heart.
Maybe he really did love me then.