The idea of losing him made the tears come back.
“He needs to know, Hun…” Melody added.
“I know…” My voice felt small, but my frustration was bigger than the boulder in my chest.
“But what if?” I paused.
I left the words hanging there.
What if I tell him and he never talks to me again?
What if he doesn't accept me for who I am?
What if I hurt him, just like the past did?
And the worst one of all…
What if he hates me?
“I know. There are a lot of things you can´t control…” Melody paused,
“You can´t control his reaction.
You can´t control the outcome.
But telling him yourself you can control the narrative, and that is powerful.”
She finished.
She was right.
Goddess, she was…
But how can I stand before him and just say:
“Ashton, I need to talk to you…
My nam
