Ben let Darren ride without speaking for about a half an hour. Only the sound of their horses moving through the forest grass and Rambo’s panting as he darted through the trees and then came back to them met Darren’s ears.
Then Ben asked, “When are you going to move past Farrah?”
Darren growled, though the question had real merit.
“Sam said you saw her at the cemetery weeks ago,” Ben said, peering over at Darren in an annoying way. “You’re not dating her again, are you?”
“I wish.” Darren could sum up everything he felt with those two words. If they were dating, they’d at least be talking. Sharing important things. Working through problems. This constant struggle with what to say, how to say it, should he even say it? was exhausting.
what to say, how to say it, should he even say it?He
