And I just couldn’t be okay with that.
We broke up within a month after that. I told her to get help; I was sure she didn’t.
I stayed on the roof for a long time. Long enough that the sun was mostly down, that lingering sliver setting the entire city on fire. It was beautiful, but I didn’t give a s**t. It was hard to care about things like sunsets when there was so much pain in my chest.
I didn’t want Allie to go. Now that she was gone, probably already having reached her apartment, I could admit that to myself. There was no more danger that if I honestly confessed how I felt about her, I would be too tempted to let her stay. To ask her to stay. And not just for a weekend, but for the rest of our lives.
A small chuckle escaped me at the thought. “When did you get so mushy?” I asked the
