When Sloan Casey was at her lowest point at 17, she met Alex Abrams. Though sheltered it was almost as if Alex brought her back to life through her struggles. But after falling for Alex, the last thing she expected was for him to ghost her.
But what...
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I don't have words. Ones that seemed useful in the moment, because I almost don't believe hers.
But as she sits here, her long lashes heavy with tears and mascara cascaded down the sides of her face. She almost looks broken in a way. Her fingers shake like they used to when things were hard, and I know that it's reality.
"Avery's dead Alex" her words cut painful like a knife. Because I was gone and she lost her best friend during that time.
Her sobs grow in amount as she seems to relive something. A moment I couldn't describe or fathom, but she's there thinking back to it. And it almost breaks me, to see her so fragile like this.
Not a day in my life has gone by without Sloan Casey on my mind. She is the love of my life and it was concrete in my mind. She was like the unexpected rain on a hot humid summer day. It cools everything down after almost bursting from heat. It wasn't expected and originally disliked, but a gift in itself.
She was my everything and she sat here in pain in front of me. As I lived my life alone for years, she lived hers alone in pain.
I never moved on and any other woman who looked my way was an idiot. Because I knew through and through that Sloan Casey would be my wife some day. It didn't matter if she was with someone else when we met again, it would work out. Because that's how things were supposed to go, in the end it's always been me and Sloan.
Even though the glass walls built around us shattered years ago. The broken glass could always be glued back together if done properly. Because it was just broken glass, it could be cleaned up within an instant and something new could be brought in its place.
I couldn't believe that Avery had died and I wasn't there for her. I'd never forgive myself for it. Because she needed me and I was gone.
"When?" My voice comes out smaller than ever as her lips quiver. I bend down on my knees to meet her face as she sits. My hands collect her shaky palms in mine "deep breaths Princess"
"In" we both breathe "1-2-3-4-5-6-7" we hold for a moment "out, 7-6-5-4-3-2-1" and we repeat this process as she slowly calms down. She recoops and leans her head against my shoulder composing herself.
"The worst day of my entire life, a dreaded day in April of 2016 that left me shattered" she shakes her head softly "the day I received your letter"
My body stills from her words. Because the pain I knew I'd caused her for her safety was one I always had to live with. I abandoned her but I knew her strength, but knowing it was that exact day. The day she lost her best friend and me.
"It was ironically the day I got into college" her voice was shaky as she spoke staring right at me with those broken eyes.
"My future was right in front of me, as the two most important things in my life immediately had to become my past" then I too feel it, emotions over come me and I feel the liquid tears fall down my face. Because of her pain, part of it I caused adding to that grief.
