***WATTPAD FEATURED STORY***
In order to forgive, you must forget, and the only way to do that is to distract yourself with the present, throw away the past, and keep your eyes steady on the future.
dedication┋to Aurelia (decadently ) for being my greatest inspiration on this entire site. your works are breathtakingly beautiful, magnificently simplistic, and immensely heartbreaking. thank you for being you.
authors note┋thank you all so much for the votes and comments on chapter one! I'm so happy that so many of you are excited for this story, because I know for sure that i am (-: this chapter revolves around Weston and Aspen during their freshmen year, when they were still friends. hope you enjoy!
song + image┋IN COMMON by ALICIA KEYS
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DENOUEMENT
(n.) the resolution of a mystery
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"WHY DID YOU DO this?"
I had marched into my parents room an hour or two later that evening after watching the Lloyd's drive off in their limo, and it took me only a few seconds to do so. I was still shivering, my eyes were bloodshot from tears and I could feel the flyaway's framing my face from where the wind had left them, but I didn't care. I was far too emotionally distressed and hurt to care.
My mother was sitting on her king sized bed, flipping through a newspaper while resting in her silk night gown and having herself another glass of champagne. My father was no where to be found, probably bathing in his jacuzzi. Of course the two of them found it easy to relax - their lives weren't being controlled like they were Pinocchio in a grand puppet show.
Mom slowly looked up from her newspaper as if I had just popped in delightedly. "Do what, Aspen?" She wondered, her tone evidence of boredom.
"Ruin my life." I practically sobbed, tears spilling down my cheeks. "You knew I wasn't ready to see him yet you invited him and sat him next to me. And to make matter worse, you throw a surprise wedding in my face?! What is the matter with you?!"
Mom continued to act as if nothing were wrong. "You're quite good at drama, dear, you should take up acting if you're ever bored."
"Mom," I began to beg, falling into my knees in front of her bed and clasping my hands together. "Please don't do this to me. Please - anything but this."
Mom exhaled loudly, finally setting down her newspaper before slipping off of her bed and making her way over to me. She pushed her bottom lip out before crouching down slightly and gripping my face in her thin hands, her thumb nail digging into my left cheek. "You shouldn't stress so much - it causes wrinkles, you know." She then dropped my face with a slight shake before sashaying over to her full length, diamond encrusted mirror.
