***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┋it surely has been a while since i updated (a few months lol) and for that i apologize. i've just been super duper busy with school and life and stress that i haven't had the chance to sit and write. now that i have, i'm realizing how much i miss it. this chapter is pretty emotional, so i hope that you all get to know aspen on a different level than the girl who just wants to be loved by weston. she's broken, tired, and depressed - please remember that when you all begin to comment. oh, and this is me giving you a hugetrigger warning.
dedi┋to rayna, for being such an avid (and annoying) supporter of this story ❤️
song + image┋EMMA ROBERTS who plays aspen; 42 by coldplay
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WE WERE GETTING CLOSER to Los Angeles by the day.
I could feel the tension rising inside of me - that's the only reason that I knew - as we drove, like a wall or smoke was slowly becoming thicker and thicker until I suffocated. The weather became hotter, too, much hotter than the summers I spent in New York, and even though I was only wearing jean shorts and a tight, blue bodysuit, I was sweating like crazy. In New York summer was warm and inviting while in the Southwest summer was intolerable and suffocating, like one giant heatwave.
And I had already been scorched by heat - the heat of a thousand suns that so happened to be the pain of heartbreak.
I had finally realized that we were over, that Weston and I were no longer. I had felt like everything that I could possibly do or say to fix us had been done and said, and that Weston was probably better off without me or my family ruining his life. I broke him and made him who he was, and for that I would probably never forgive myself.
But it was better this way.
Even though it hurt to think about it, Weston could find someone much better than I to make him happy. I had tried my very hardest to, but it clearly wasn't enough as the boy sitting next to me in the car speeding down the highway was in the worst emotional shape that he's ever been in. He needed someone who was allowed to care about him and love him - which definitely wasn't me as I was literally on my way to a planned marriage that was certainly and 100% against my will. I loved Weston, I always would, but he needed and deserved someone far better than I, even though my heart shattered and my eyes burned at the thought of some other girl running her hands along his skin.
