Hands and mouths and heat and skin.
Him promising that this wouldn’t end badly.
His daughter asking me if I love him.
Him telling me he’s not right for me.
Him choosing a friend over taking a chance.
Him not choosing me.
His fucking promise.
He takes a step toward me.
I drop my hands. “You promised.” I take a step back. “But I understand.”
I understand it all too well.
More tears fall.
“Kendra,” Luther chokes out.
I shake my head as I turn my back on him. “You should go.”
Chapter 94
Kendra – 10 years ago
“You should go.”I hold my apartment door open.
My boyfriend looks at me in confusion. “I don’t understand. I thought things were good.”
“I’m moving, and I… I like you, but I don’t want to do long distance.”
It’s true. I am moving.
But in three weeks. And only thirty minutes away. I just… This is for the best.
“I’m sorry,” I add.
My composure is slipping, and I need him to leave.
I need him to leave so I can have my fifth breakdown in as many days.
He lifts his hands, then drops them to his side. “I can’t change your mind?”
When I shake my head, he sighs and walks out.
I openthe next box and finally find the plates I was looking for.
I’ve only unpacked about a third of my stuff into the new apartment, but it’s only been a few days.
I sent my dad my new address today, and he called immediately, asking why I didn’t tell him sooner so he could’ve come to help.
It took fucking everything I had to keep it together, lying and saying I had help.
He would’ve come. I knew that. And that’s why I didn’t tell him.