Raelyn’s pov
I can do this.
Can I do this?
My hands were shaking as I started packing up my clothes. I had made a go-bag once, but this wasn’t just a small bag I could leave with in the night.
Dylan wasn’t here. So I had time to pack.
But why did it feel like I needed to rush this? Why did it feel like any moment Dylan could come back or notice?
He could see me.
I mean, it’s not like he has reached out anymore. As far as he’s concerned, I could have starved. Did he even check up on me?
Did I want him to watch me?
Did I want him to care? It was too late anyway, yet a small part of me hoped he’d care anyway.
That I still mattered to him.
But if I didn’t, it would be easier for me to leave. He wouldn’t care.
But he would. Dylan would care. He wouldn’t be sad. He’d be furious. He w
