Weston
Our drive into Broken Falls is quiet, and fucking uncomfortable. I find myself wishing we still had the same jokey mentality we had as teenagers. Our relationship had been so good. Many of our friends' parents had said our relationship was so much like an adult relationship and that we were more than likely going to make it. I believed that. With everything in me, I had counted on it. It wasn't until I came home that day, and she was no longer here, that I realized how crazy it was for me to believe that about a high school relationship.
"It's really grown, huh?" Melanie says as she watches the town passing us by. "I hardly remember any of this stuff being here."