Forgetting Roman

{forty-nine}

{forty-nine}

                It had been a week since I told Declan about my past. A week since I had last seen him. A week since anyone had last seen him.

                His dorm-mate said he hadn’t seen him since the night he came back to his dorm to change- which was the night he went over and I told him everything. He hadn’t gone to any of his classes, and he wasn’t answering anyone’s calls.

                He disappeared.

                “He’ll come around,” Livvy said. Despite not knowing why Declan had left, she stayed by my side, reassuring me that everything would be okay in due time.

                I shrugged and took a sip from my coffee. It was a cold December morning. We were walking to our next class, the only class she and I shared. “He’ll come around,” I said, “I’m just not sure if he’ll come around to me.”

                Looping her arm through mine, Livvy pulled me closer, “He’ll be stupid not to.”

                “He’ll be smart if he didn’t.”