JUNE
My eyes shot open like I had been shaken awake. Only there was no one in the room but me. Even when I looked around the room thinking he might have hid somewhere when he woke me up but he was nowhere.
I was sure he was here while I slept. I think I felt him hold me. But that could have been a dream. A good one.
I smiled at the thought. But what did it mean? Did it mean that I had forgiven him and was ready to moved on with life with him? It still hurts sometimes.
I stared at my scarred wrists, my smile dropping. Forgiveness was a lot harder than I thought it would ever be. But me being here was a start. I wanted to forgive him. I wanted to be able to look at him with the trust I had for him years ago.
But will I ever be able to?
I shook my head, deciding there was no need to t
