TWENTY-ONE
Erin looked so tiny in his blue Captain America shirt.
This thought was irrelevant to the thousands of things running in Ramon’s head right now, but there it was, anyway. He watched Erin, who sat beside him on the front steps of the theatre building, stare at her knees for a good long while. It was obvious they both didn’t know where to start.
“Thank you for letting me keep the letters. I’ll read all of them when I get home.”
He closed his eyes and allowed the lingering smell of rain to engulf his senses and calm him down. It was his fault they were having this conversation only now, but Ramon wasn’t about to leave any loose ends, even if it meant getting his heartbroken.
He wondered if she wanted to confront him about the kiss that never happened, but her disposition told
