"By the time sunset surrendered the last light of day over the Gulf, I was at the Beau Rivage Casino in Biloxi, Mississippi. Inside was a deserted solarium with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the water. Dazed, I sat in a lounge chair for hours and just stared at the view. It was like someone had just pushed me out of a fifth-floor window ― though everything may have looked fine on the outside, I was bleeding internally."
"Jason and I met at a crowded bar on the first day of law school orientation week, when I tripped and spilled a glass of IPA onto a stranger's T-shirt. "I'm so sorry," I sputtered. The owner of the shirt had reassuring brown eyes. "Don't worry, I've got five more of these at home," he offered kindly while wiping beer off his arm with a good-natured grin. "I'm Jason.""
I drove to Biloxi, arriving at the Beau Rivage Casino by sunset and retreated to a deserted solarium with floor-to-ceiling windows. I sat dazed in a lounge chair for hours, staring at the Gulf and feeling an internal bleeding sensation after a sudden emotional rupture. I met Jason during law school orientation after spilling a beer; his levity transformed grueling study into warmth. We studied together, bonded over TV and trivia, and grew emotionally close without sexual involvement. Jason planned a sunset at Riverbend with oyster po' boys, prompting unease when the relationship's expectations surfaced and left me chilled.
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