I get back to Carrie's place after 1 I think. I find her still awake, working on the project. Instead of flopping on the couch, I go upstairs and sit on her bed. She immediately turns off her monitors and sits next to me.
"I guess it didn't go well," she says.
"No," I mumble. "It's over. She dumped me. It's official."
Carrie gasps. "Oh, I'm so sorry. You must feel terrible." She sneaks an arm around me and holds me.
"Do you want to talk about it? I have a little tea machine over here. Help me clear some space."
We clear off her bed. I lay there as she makes tea.
We spend most of the night just laying in her bed and talking about Ellie. I can't believe how much stuff I need to get off my chest. The good times, the bad times. It felt so good to just talk and talk.
Anyways we're going to head into work in a minute. I'm so tired I think I'm about to die, and I'm pretty depressed, but Carrie's promised to be there for me to get through this thing. I think I'm beginning to like her...