Forgetting Roman

{fifty-six}

{fifty-six}

                I closed my eyes and let the cool breeze wash over my body.

                It was midnight and I couldn’t sleep, so I sat on the bench in front of my dorm and enjoyed the silence that surrounded me for once.

                “Aspen?”

                Opening my eyes I came to realize I wasn’t alone. Declan stood before me, hands stuffed in his sweatpants.

                “Hey,” I replied, my voice still and emotionless. I wasn’t all too sure how to respond. It had been months since we last talked or seen each other. I knew I should have been feeling awkward but I was too tired to feel anything really.

                I wanted sleep, yet my damn body wouldn’t let itself shut down.

                “What are you doing out here? It’s midnight.”

                “I’m perfectly aware of the time,” I replied. “I couldn’t sleep.”

                “It looked to me as if you were perfectly sleeping out here on this bench,” Declan replied.

                I shook my head, “I was just closing my eyes.”

                “Listen, I think we need to talk.” Declan sighed after a few seconds of silence.

                “Why? The last time we talked you told me I needed to forget my past in order for us to work. And if I’m completely honest, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget my past because you know what Declan? The reason I am the way I am today, is because my past made me who I am.”

                Declan remained silent.

                “If you can’t accept that, then this conversation shouldn’t continue.”