**AUTUMNS POV**
It's been a few weeks since my.. 'realisation'. It's been really hard lying to Winter. The way he loves me is different from any other I've seen. I feel like a horrible person. As much as I want to convince myself, it's not my fault. Deep down, I know it is. I'm not even surprised I'm like this. Like father, like daughter, I suppose. As much as it pains me to say. My father had the kind of anger all fathers do. Loud and terrible. It lingers your whole life.
For weeks now, I've had this burning in my chest of guilt. I messaged Reece yesterday asking if I could go round his. He didn't question why and just said yes. I'm thankful to have Reece as my big brother. He can be a pain sometimes, but when you need him, he's always there. I'm even more thankful we worked everything out. If he hadn't become manager of the sister nursery, I don't think we would have spoken again. It was really hard when I wasn't talking to him. I felt like I had no one to turn to.
~a few hours later~
I pull up outside Reece's. He's waiting at the door. My eyes start to tear up. I have no idea why. This time, biting my lip isn't stopping the tears. They fall onto my green jumper. I get out of my car and lock it behind me. With my head down, I walk up to Reece. He pulls me into a hug. I normally hate hugs from him, but I need this. Reece can always tell when something is wrong. I think that's why he didn't question why I wanted to come around. I pull back from the hug and wipe my eyes. He stares at me with an empathetic look on his face.
Reece: "What's happened, Aut?"
Autumn:"Uhm."
I can't find the words. It stings to even think about, but somehow, it's the only thing I've been thinking about. The one cold word. Divorce. I can't bring myself to tell Winter.
Reece ushers me in, and I go into the living room before sitting down. Reece had a very clean and tidy house. It was pleasant. It smelt like a mix of fresh cotton and mens aftershave. His house was all the same colour theme. Slate grey and black. He had framed pictures up, too.Three of him and Marjorie and then one of him and I as kids. before our father turned evil. I remember taking that picture. It was mid summer, and I was 6. Reece was 8. Dad had taken up to the park with ice cream.
Reece: "Do you want a drink or anything?"
Autumn: "No, thank you."
He came and sat opposite me and handed me a box of tissues. Gently, I pull one out the box and dab my eyes with it as well as wiping away the smudged mascara on my cheeks. Reece stared at me, waiting for me to speak.
Autumn: "It's about Winter."
Reece:" What did he do?"
Autumn: "He didn't do anything."
Reece: "The what do you mean it's about Wi-"
I interrupt him.
Autumn:" I don't love him anymore."
Reece stares at me in disbelief. I drop my head into my hands.
Reece: "What..?"
Autumn: "I don't love him anymore. It's fucking killing me. I feel so guilty for it. I don't know why. I've just fallen out of love. I can't break his heart though."
Reece: "Did you realise this before you were pregnant or..?"
Autumn: "After."
Reece: "Oh, Aut."
~ a few hours later ~
I'm sat in my car on the way home from Reece's. It felt alleviating to tell someone what's been going on through my head. I've decided to try and make it work, for now.
