We reached my house and I pulled into the driveway and shut off the car. I just sat there for a second. When Carrie got out of my car, that was it. She wouldn't be able to talk to me anymore. I was angry and absolutely miserable. I felt completely broken and hollow. I couldn't even look over to Carrie. I was barely holding it together. Tears were streaming down my face and I was surprised I wasn't severely dehydrated simply from the amount I had cried in the last hour or so. I heard Carrie sniffle and I had to look over. My eyes met Carrie's and we both sobbed and hugged each other.
It's not like Carrie and I hadn't been apart before. We spent years apart but not like this. Not because someone decided for us. I hated Jon right now. I hated him for even existing. My life hadn't been per
