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He felt like the lost cause. Henry cursed himself for the hundredth time as he sat alone, driven to self loathing over recent events. His actions had hurt two women. Julia deserved better than to be unceremoniously dumped the way she had. And Eliza, he had somehow overanalyzed why she had come onto him as well as doubted if she was really in love with him. His mind replayed recent memories of the fiery red head, through a little life coaching, she had slowly transformed from shallow party girl into an engaging, captivating beauty. Question was, did he love her from the get go in spite of her many flaws? She had changed him for the better, much more than he’d care to admit. And he grimaced, as he realized he was a chicken as she had put it. When she had gotten him to show his fun side during that weekend at Saperstein’s ranch, he may have mistakenly started to change for her too. Eliza Dooley had figured it out: he only pretended to love Julia, having entered into the relationship simply because the latter and Charmonique had tried to hook him up. Henry also recalled the time at his place, when she had dared him to touch her and in a rare display he had shocked both of them with his passion. She had broken through his reserve, his emotional façade.
And now he may have irreparably destroyed their relationship through his inaction.