Henri
Aaron never arrived that day as I’d held out hope he might. My head knew he wouldn’t, but my heart never gave up, not even on the following days when I didn’t hear from him nor did he respond to the texts where I told him I loved him and was sorry.
I hadn’t heard from Edi in days either, and I felt completely numb. Once again, I was all alone as I’d always known I’d end up. I had Gemma, who spent all her time in that damn yard, and I’d begun to think maybe that was my fate: to end up with Gemma for the rest of my life. Maybe I should embrace being alone as she did rather than dwell on it. If Gemma loved her time alone so much, maybe it wasn’t such a bad life.
It sure as hell beat the heartache of putting your heart out there to friends and lovers only to have it crushed. As much as I tried to cover up my screwed-up mind or pretend to be something I wasn’t, they’d eventually see me for who I really was and leave.