“Why does it matter?”
And that’s the catch. I don’t have the answer.
“I don’t know. It just does,” I reply honestly.
Sara seems to ponder over my response. “It’s okay to be worried about him. You wouldn’t be human if you didn’t.”
But that’s not it. “I’m not. I just, something feels unresolved by us leaving this way.”
“Will you ever really get closure?” she questions gently. “What’s happened to us will leave us forever questioning why. Why us? What did we do to deserve this? And regardless of the answers we’re given, it’ll never be enough.
“Sometimes, you have to accept that life just…is. And not dwell on the past. We have to learn from the past and ensure we don’t make the same mistakes in the future.”
She’s right, but that still doesn’t make this heavy feeling in the pit of my stom
