"You could have told me this back then. It would have been easier for me to let you go, and maybe we could have remained in contact." Carter sulks, on his couch staring at me, arms folded. I sigh and look around, wondering how to make him listen to me.
The house looks neat and clean, unlike mine.
"I know, I didn't think much back then." I say briefly, glancing at the walls. The pictures that adorned the walls the last time I visited, have now been removed. I frown, Carter sits staring at me, thinking what to say.
"Why didn't you tell me back then?" He says timidly. I shrug, although I know the reason. It would hurt you, you would beg me to stay, looking at you I would convince myself to stay, I thought to myself.
"I was worried that you would tell me to stay, but I didn't want to. I'm
