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ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᛟ 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑢𝑝

Race stared out the window, watching people go about their day. The beach was not crowded so early in the morning, but he could always smile at the early joggers and all-nighters.

The sea had always given Race a sense of calm anything else had ever managed to match. He needed that sense of ease now; when shit had become more real.

He didn't know the reasoning behind the feeling, but it was there all the same. Race had broken up with his long-term girlfriend a week back, left the apartment he had gotten for them in NY and moved back home to London. Yet, it had been the dreaded conversation with his family that had made it feel all the more real.

Things hadn't been working out for them for a very long time, yet he had refused to see the reality that was his life. Until it slapped him in the face on his birthday and broke, reaching for his brother for advice. Breaking a relationship that had been a constant for so many years he had never thought things would ever end. But they did.

He hadn't been long back home when he mustered up the courage to stop by his parent's place; not before meeting with his older brother and having a long, painful conversation over some very needed beers.

The moment he entered the huge penthouse downtown, his mother's smile fell from her lips, replaced by a frown.
"Why do you look like someone kicked your puppy, Zane?" Right, his mom was the only person who called him by his first name. He secretly loved it, even when he complained. Before he could reply, her frown deepened, "what are you doing in London? Aren't you supposed to be working in NY?"
What was that they said about ripping off the band-aid fast? Whatever, it still hurt as he did just that.
"I broke up with Yael, and quit my job. I'm moving back here for good, mom."

That moment, reality settled in, making the situation even more real somehow.