---- I simply walked out. Ihad just reached the parking garage when someone stopped me. Lars was running toward me, out of breath. "Bianca, wait!" When I looked back, he used this chance to block my car door. His eyes were full of urgency. "Don't get the wrong idea. About us... There's really nothing between me and her. We just grew up together... I can't just ignore her." "Sure," I said with a nod, my gaze dropping to his hand on the car door. He instinctively let go. He was surprised. "You're not mad?" I glanced at him. "Should I be?" "I..." He hesitated before taking my hand. "I've got an. event tonight, but I'll come home." "Alright." By now, him coming home felt like charity. That night, I grabbed a quick bite outside, then returned home and kept packing. I was about to rest ---- when my phone on the table buzzed. It was a Facebook message from Pearl. (See, Bianca? Lars still remembers my favorite pink roses! He's even more attentive than before. Thanks for training him so well.] She even attached a photo-it was the custom Porsche I had picked out with Lars, its trunk stuffed full of pink roses and strung with sparkling lights. At that moment, I understood everything clearly. All the genuine love Lars had given me over the years had always belonged to someone else.