Seven
Silence spreads between me and Jonathan, and as it does, a compartment inside of my mind unlocks. Light spears through my eyes, sending me to the ground again. I gasp as flashbacks trickle in, replacing the old reel with the recent memories. Instead of spending time with Seth, I see Jonathan, comforting me, making me laugh—and not for the first time, my heart twists.
The fog of confusion, accompanied with despair, dissipates. Jonathan is hovering over me, but I don’t turn to look at him. I need my space.
“Abi—” My name dies on Jonathan’s lips, because I bolt away from him, into the house, and upstairs.
Every year has been the same. I’m forced to relive the wretched memories and experience the loss of what could have been. I can’t imagine that it is good for anyone’s mental health
