Chapter 173

Weston

It's weird sitting at my dining room table with Melanie directly across from me. There have been so many times since she left I imagined this very instance, but none of them add up to how it feels now. Especially as I talk to Kara about her impending marriage to Abel. There's happiness but also an anger that I can't quite place. Frustration, maybe. I wish I could articulate it all, but it's as if there's something stopping me. Like I can't fully get the thoughts out of my head or mouth.

Seeing her sit here with Kara laughing is a bit of a mind fuck. I want to be the person that she laughed with. I want to be the person who makes her smile. Then I feel guilty because I told myself when she left I wouldn't reduce my world to her any longer. The promise I made to myself was that I'd get out there and have friends who weren't tied to her, because it'd killed me when she left.