DOVE
It’s been a week since Callum and I shared our moment in the forest, and I’ve learned that we’ll be leaving soon. But I haven’t told Delilah or anyone else yet about my imminent departure.
I didn’t want them to feel sad around me, or for our conversations to revolve only around my leaving. I didn’t want them to miss me even before I was gone. The concerned looks from Marmee and Dad were already suffocating enough; I didn’t want the others joining in.
Aside from keeping my departure a secret from my closest friends, things have been going smoothly with Callum. We’ve only gotten as far as hugs and caresses, and it’s mostly my fault. But unlike before, I wasn’t holding back because of guilt toward Delilah or because I thought it was wrong—because it wasn’t—I was just too nervous to ta
