Shane gets pulled out of the game, too. He guesses it's only fair. His pride is wounded. His nose is definitely broken. There's probably going to be a black eye in the morning. And the worst part? The worst part is that he still fucking loves hin despite it. His phone buzzes. Texts from Rose. Missed calls from his mom. He can't bring himself to look at any of them right now.
He sits there in the locker room trying to compose himself, staring at the ceiling. Where do they go from here? Is there anywhere to go anymore?
Weeks pass, months. He's long since broken up with Rose, but it was mutual. Everyday he hopes, maybe, that there'll be a text, a call, something. Are they cooled off at all? He anxiously bites his thumbnail, deciding that maybe he needs to be the one to take the plunge.
[Jane is typing].....[Jane is typing]....[Jane is typing]. Not that Ilya would see the twenty minutes of this unless he was looking. Then finally:
[TXT Lily]: If you want to talk, meet me in rm 1520. I understand if you don't. But the offer is there.
He's surprised that the message even goes through. All he can do now is wait.