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So please.
I ask this without manipulation, without convincing… I ask this with nothing but love in my heart.
Please stay.
Stay so we can start over, start fresh, with nothing but trust and honesty between us.
Stay so I can show you how beautiful it can be when someone loves you the way you deserve.
Stay so I can show you what it feels like when someone promises you everything. And follows through.
I love you, Hannah.
Wyatt
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Wyatt
“I’m not even hungry,” I tell Lucas, plopping down in the chair next to his at our table at Bennie’s the next afternoon.
Really, the fact that he was able to convince me to come out at all today is nothing short of impressive.
I never heard from Hannah last night.
I’d thought maybe I’d get a text, at least. Some sort of acknowledgment that she got the letters. But it was radio silence. I don’t think I’ve ever checked and rechecked my phone so many times. Making sure the sound was on, the vibration, the volume all the way to max.
I was up all night, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, Ivy snuggled in at my side.
She asked if she could stay with me last night and I couldn’t deny her. I can’t remember the last time she asked to have a sleepover. If I’m honest, it felt good to be needed. Even if it didn’t distract me completely from what was going on with Hannah, it gave me a reason not to break down into an emotional heap.
I was up all night. And it wasn’t until I verified that Hannah’s bus arrived safely in Phoenix early this morning that I finally allowed myself to doze off.
So now, even though I’m sitting at this table with the only other person who has a fraction of understanding about how I feel, I just wish I was still in bed.
“And coming here is depressing,” I add. “I don’t even know how you talked me into this. After today, no more Bennie’s.”
Lucas grins at me but just lifts his menu.
Not sure yet if I’m going to eat, I tilt my face up and glare at the sun, feeling like the weather is betraying me.
Where’s a foggy, depressing weekend afternoon when you need it, huh?
Eventually he puts his menu down and glances around. “I’m surprised no one has come over to us yet. Normally they’re clamoring to serve our table.”
I roll my eyes but say nothing, staring off into the distance instead.
“The reason I dragged you out of your house is because you can’t just sit at home and wallow.”
I glare at him. “That’s not what I was doing.”
“You were in bed when I got there at noon. You were wallowing.”
“I wassleeping.I was up most of the night.”
“Wallowing.”
“Cut the shit, Lucas.” Fuck if he doesn’t piss me off like nobody else that I know. I turn my head and look around. I do need that server. Time for a fucking scotch.
