Page 4 of Love Unforgettable
He nods.
The car quiets for a moment. I don’t feel like picking up the argument again. At least not verbally. I’d rather fuel my fire for why I’m so angry at Trevor.
I have plenty of reasons to spurn him, ranging from today to five years ago. Trevor and I first met during the last year of undergrad. We were partnered in a BioChem class. What began as a platonic friendship, turned into crazy, frantic sex late one night in a library study room. One day we were friends, the next day we were a couple. Just like that. We got an apartment together, made plans to attend the same grad school, and pretty much planned out our entire lives.
And it was fan-fucking-tastic.
Until it wasn’t.
Because he didn’t get into the grad program at San Soloman University (SSU), where we’d planned on attending together. It still pisses me off even though logically I know it’s notfairto be mad about something like grad school admissions. Especially since the vet program at SSU is a highly competitive program. Doesn’t matter. We had a plan and he screwed it all up. By not being smart enough to get accepted. And when he fucked that up, he fucked up everything else as well.
So, we agreed to table our relationship until after he finished his vet program. Between the distance and our studies, continuing to try and see one another would have been next to impossible. We broke up. He left.
Soon after, both Kat and Remi left as well. Remi to graduate school down south, Kat to law school up north, but that was okay, I was expecting the two of them to leave. And I still had my family and other friends. I made do.
Until I couldn’t.
Because just over a year after that I lost both my parents and my twin brother in a plane crash during winter break.
They were coming to visit me for the holidays.
And they died.
The plane went down, there were no survivors.
I went from having everything to having nothing. Everyone I loved was gone, one way or another. I managed. I pretended to move on. At least that’s what I told everyone I was doing.
Except I didn’t move on. I didn’t date. I didn’t go out. I let no one get close. I barely talked to people outside of classes and my studies. I figured it would get better once I graduated and started my winery.
But it didn’t.
Even still, I limit most social interaction to events at my winery, the occasional meal with Mavis, and meeting Kat and Remi for dinner and/or drinks.
Then Trevor showed up earlier this year out of the blue and pieced me back together again. After that, I was good, solid, whole even.
Right up until he vanished without a word and broke me all over again.
But he’s here now.
Again.
And I don’t know what the fuck to do with him.
