Riley.
Four hours into the journey, we arrived in New York. The air was stiff as usual, the street filled with workers walking down to the bus station.
I wind down the window, sticking my hand out. It feels surreal that I am back to the place that broke me. Just as Brian had said, there is a massive chance that I will get to run into them, and what would I do if that should happen?
I will practice for that, of course, and nothing keeps Alex and Austin far away from them. “You seem less enthusiastic about it now that we are here,” Brian commented.
We hadn’t said anything to each other since our conversation earlier. I shouldn’t have said those words to him because I’d given him the hope that one day, I could change my mind, and we could be something I doubt would ever happen.
“I don’t
