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Something I thought Kyle wanted too . . .
“It’ll be cathartic, baby brother.Think about it.I’ve seen your Polaroids, and your poetry. You have all of this amazing content at your fingertips.Use it.”
A sudden rush of energy gives me the push to commit and finally agree to something that the people closest to me have been pushing for, for quite a while if I’m being honest with myself. “You know what? You’re totally right.”
It would be so fucking satisfying to start the blog Kyle encouraged me to from the very beginning of our trip.
A slow grin stretches my lips because I can’t fucking wait to get started.
Maybe I’ll dedicate the blog to my sister.
Because Kyle Fitzpatrick can go fuck himself.
CHAPTER FORTY
KYLE
I’ve completely lost my happiness without Ren in my life. Nothing feels right. I’m just going through the motions, getting through class the best I can and then retreating to my room at home. It’s been weeks, and I can’t shake the hopelessness.
Mom’s worried, I know she is, I can see it in her eyes every time she looks at me or hugs me a little tighter.
Marissa won’t give up, even though I told her I’m focusing on summer school, and Jenna ended up signing on as her roommate.
I rub my forehead. This is all so fucking confusing.
And awful.
I just want my best friend back.
We’ve never gone this long without speaking, not in all the years of our friendship, but now that sex is involved, things are messy and complicated.
My phone buzzes, so I glance down at the notification.
RenRulesTheWorld started following you.
My brows furrow at the name, but a spark of hope ignites in my belly.
Curious, I click on the new profile that’s definitelynothis personal account filled with photos of us. That one’s been inactive since our fight.
I know because I’ve checked.
Many, many times.
Once the page loads, photos of gorgeous, sprawling sand dunes fill the grid—oursand dunes.
There’s a website in the bio, so I click on it, scrolling to the first post.
Episode One: Great Sand Dunes National Park.
As soon as I start reading, I’m immediately pulled in. His words are like poetry, describing not only the setting in vivid details, but also the way it made him feel. Ren’s sense of humor is rolled into his blog post, and I find myself smiling and chuckling a few times, especially when he mentions the cookie sheet sled.
It makes everything ten times harder when I have to see all of this and remember how much fun we had. I agreed for him to use my photo, but in the end, I appreciate him keeping it anonymous.
However, at the same time, I can’t help but feel like I was cut out of the memory. I know it’s only going to get worse when the next post is published, but I click thefollowbutton nonetheless, because Ineedto know.
But more than that, I need to talk to him.
I have to apologize for the way we left it.
