2019, December 5th
Caines, Terres Somnia (Bart)
I was waiting on a swing in the same park I first met CC in all those years ago, looking at the one next to it where she should be.
We didn’t talk about what happened that night when CC came back to Caines. She was in front of me again and for the first time, our families were on civil terms. I could have her and the rest wasn’t important.
But it had been important after all. As I thought about what happened last night, I realized what an ass I'd been. I was the one that spent nine years telling her to find someone else. Then when she did, when someone else was forced on her, I got mad about it, was still mad about it. It wasn’t fair, and he knew it, but my mind would not let me erase the image of another man touching her. Kissing her
