Chapter 339: Right or Wrong, Part 1

I stepped inside the bedroom Trent and I had shared over the summer, and I was hit with a tidal wave of memories. I blinked, trying to force them away, but they only flashed harder and faster before my eyes. I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly.

"Everything okay?" Trent asked. He stood next to me, hands shoved into his pockets.

I nodded. "Yeah, just. . . a lot happened in this room," I said with a nervous laugh.

Trent smiled faintly and glanced around. "We can go wait in a different room if you want," he offered.

"No, it's fine," I said, walking farther into the room and embracing the memories rather than fighting them.

Despite having almost died in this very room - and being in a coma - I'd had some pretty great moments in here, too. Snuggling with Trent in bed, whispering how much we loved each other, almost having sex, talking about our future. . .