Forgetting Roman

{forty-eight}

{forty-eight}

                “I told him,” I said into my phone as I sat on the bench outside my dorm building. A lit cigarette was stuck between my fingers, burning bright in the dark night. It was three in the morning. A day after Declan had left without anything to say. Sort of like Roman had done a year and a half ago.

                On the other line Parker sighed. “And I’m guessing it didn’t go well if you’re calling me at three in the morning.”

                “Yup,” I replied after I took a drag. “He left.”

                “Left?” he asked.

                “Left.” I repeated. “Got up, laced up his shoes, put on his jacket, and walked out.”

                “Maybe he just needs time to think, Aspen. I mean everything you told him wasn’t exactly light.”

                I closed my eyes and took another drag, “I know. Still, it hurt to see him walk away you know?”

                “Yeah… I do.” My brother replied with a small sigh. “Just give him a few days, okay, sis? I’m sure he’ll come around.”

                I hoped he was right.