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"Not sure really, I think a little over a quarter of a million? Maybe?”

This just blows his mind, everything including the several other properties minus the company, we have sold, all adding up to 3.5 billion dollars. A lot I know but it doesn’t all belong to us.

"Are we still agreeing to what we talked about before? Minus the car collection profit?” My brother speaks like he just read my mind. I nod my head sipping on my coffee eating my toast.

In the following week I have managed to pack everything I’ve wanted to keep and sell the rest. It was heartbreaking but at the same time I felt like a weight had been lifted like all of what's happened to me in this house has been washed away.

"You all set, hermana? Ready to leave in the morning?” I'm standing in the middle of what used to be my room, seeing it empty brings pain and joy.

"I'm sorry, hermanito, I shouldn’t have left you. I will never forgive myself. Will you forgive me?”

"Mel, I would’ve done what you did if what was going on was happening to me. You’re my sister I will always forgive you no matter what you do. Will you forgive me?” I look at him not sure why he’s apologizing.

"For what?” There's a fight going on in his head, I can see it.

"I forgive you, just make sure that whatever you did you make peace with yourself as well okay?” He nods his head coming in for a hug.

"There's one more thing that I need you to do.” I ask my brother.

"Anything.”

X left an hour ago to hang out with Roxy and RJ and I am here trying to put words on a paper yet again but this time it's not lyrics.

Just say how you feel Mel.

And so I do.

Rhett,

I should be mad and angry with how everything happened, I fell…

Chapter twenty-four

“There’s no better time than the present”

Rhett

All endings are beginnings.

So much of me wishes she was my beginning to end.

A week has passed since I said goodbye to the girl I love. It took everything in me not to stop before I walked out her door, turn back and make her mine in any way possible.

We were stuck in this vicious cycle that I knew if one of us didn’t put an end to it that we would have torn each other apart and truly feel hate towards one another, and I refuse to hate the one person besides family that means the complete world to me. When I got home from leaving Mel’s, mom tried to talk to me but she knew I just didn't have it in me. So she sat with me on the porch swing holding my hand.

The next morning I woke up and I started diving into plans on how to rebuild our hive again. We got in contact with a farmer an hour north who is planning to sell his colony. He heard about what happened with ours and said it was like a beautifully timed disaster, seeing as though he can’t keep up with it like he would like to because of old age. To my surprise, his colony is actually two times bigger than the one we had. Ma only knows of the sale and nothing else. I want her to be stunned when everything is put in place then reveal to her. I wanted to take this on to keep my mind busy and not on her.

“Honestly bro, it’s probably for the best.”

I asked Johnny for help bringing the new beehive back to the farm and was going smooth until the conversation came up about Mel.

Is it possible for two weeks to feel like a lifetime?

When does a person get over the one that got away?

"Johnny, please, can we not.” I try to change the subject. The pain in my chest hasn’t gone away, sometimes it's bearable, but it's almost like everything reminds me of her even if it's the smallest thing.

The radio plays on low, filling the silence and Johnny goes back to scrolling on his phone. I’d rather not sit in this awkward silence because then I’ll get stuck in my head again.

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