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    From Denpasar to Danbury: Pushing the White Horse Chapter 4

    Fuck, Piper! I loved you, but fuck it. You know, my mom always used to say no regrets, no excuses. I guess that says a lot about why I am who I am. I won’t regret you, Piper. No matter how it ended. Maybe you were right to leave…I’m toxic and we’re shit together despite how much I love you. And just for the record, it was never just about the sex for me, though I loved fucking you, too. Listen, kid, do me favor…don’t come back. In a way I’m glad you got out now before we totally fucking hated each other. Go do something with your life…use your degree, write a book, or make some fucking artisanal soap. Whatever…just make it count. No regrets, Pipes, no excuses.

    Ever yours,

    Alex

    Piper folded the letter and slid it into her pocket. She was more confused now than before. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting to be in the letter, but she certainly wasn’t anticipating Alex rolling over. Maybe she was to blame for that, too.  It was cruel to tame something wild and then abandon it. The blonde berated herself for the self-flattery. Alex couldn’t be tamed…she knew that better than anyone, but she came close she supposed. Even when Alex spent all night in a bar turning out some new carrier girl, she knew Alex always came home to her. There were never any questions asked nor answers given and for a while she was fine with it, but eventually even that aspect of Alex’s job became too much. God knows how many there had been…too many…too many to just be considered work, though. That much she knew and, yet she had stayed even when she knew they all hated her for her position in Alex’s life, in Alex’s bed.

    She rested her head back against the seat attempting to get comfortable. Fortunately, the plane had leveled out now. She wished she could just go to sleep and wake up with all of the answers. Though, she knew that was too much to ask. Eventually, she did fall asleep and when the attendant woke her to notify her of the plane’s descent, there were still no answers, but she was assured of one thing. Alex may be rolling over, but she certainly wasn’t

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