***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.
author's note┋ok guys, we are getting EXTREMELY CLOSE to the end of this story ): but don't be discouraged! we still have about three or four chapters left, including the epilogue and authors note.
but this chapter is one of the most important ones, so be sure to pay extra close attention
dedi┋to brittany, for being such a huge inspiration and amazing writer. if you haven't checked out her works then you definitely should, as they vary in creativity (they're each spectacular in their own way) ❤️
song + image┋SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW by GOTYE
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BRUMOUS
(adj.) of grey skies or winter days, filled with heavy clouds or fog; relating to winter or cold; sunless weather
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THE RIDE TO THE repair shop was the worst one yet.
Weston had Googled the closest repair shop and called them, and when they had finally decided to pick us up about an hour or so later, the both of us were practically mute. They were somehow able to pull our car onto the back of their pickup truck and squeeze Weston and I into the passenger seat - me having to sit on his lap. Even while they pestered us with who's, what's, where's and why's we hardly spoke, in fact, I'm pretty sure Weston was the only one who attempted to answer.
How could I speak when the only words that I truly needed to say were said and practically thrown out of the window? I couldn't stop thinking about what he had said, that I had a choice. Sure I had a choice, but neither of them were very good. I could either break his heart or have to face my mother's wrath, and knowing her, I don't think that my decision was all that selfish. But alas, I could see where he was coming from. I had shattered the boy that I once knew into that of a stranger, a stranger that I still wanted to love me.
But even so, I couldn't apologize to him anymore. The words were at the tip of my tongue, for I wanted so badly for him to forgive and believe me, but I couldn't speak. I suppose I was in shock, for I could feel nothing and everything still sounded like I was underwater. I could see everything that was happening - us reaching the repair shop and me sitting in a waiting chair whilst Weston talked to the repairmen - but I couldn't speak when one of the men asked me my name and what happened to our car. I couldn't respond when he motioned to my shaking body and asked if I was cold or needed something to eat. And I certainly couldn't speak when the man asked Weston who I was and he simply looked at me before saying, "Someone that I used to know."
I was a dead woman walking.
Slowly, though, my hearing was improving. I could now distinguish what they were saying to one another, about how the car would take a few hours and that we should try and get a cab to the nearest hotel but no, we would be just fine waiting here - Weston - and how horrible the weather was and that I looked so, so cold in my soaked clothing and matted hair. I could hear the rain pitter - pattering against the windows, the roll of thunder erupting through be trees and the hum of air conditioning moaning through the walls. I was becoming aware of my surroundings, though I didn't really want to.
