Forgetting Roman

{forty-seven}

{forty-seven}

                I told him everything.

                Everything. 

                I told him everything from the beginning up until present day and everything in between.

                And Declan didn’t know what to say or how to react. He rolled out of bed, slipped on his shoes, gave me one last look before he slipped on his jacket and walked out of my room.

                Just like that he was gone.