When We Meet Again

Chapter 33 | The Devil's Advice

Jack Thompson, my father's brother's son was my worst nemesis turned best friend.

He was the one and only devil of our family. He was three years older than me and was studying at Harvard towards a medical degree in gynecology.

He wanted to become a gynecologist because his mother had almost died giving birth to his younger sister. All of this due to the fact that the doctor who was supposed to treat his mother was drunk, nursing a broken heart.

He's sworn off drinking and if he could he would have sworn off women as well. But apparently he can't.

"You do alot of rash things Hay-hay, but I think by far this is the most rash." He stated at the end of my teary eyed story.

"Thanks Jay, that really helps." I deadpanned.

Yea, we were the kind of cousin's who gave each other totally weird nicknames. And also swore to bite off the other's head if the name went viral.

"Hey, I'm just stating facts. So, about your friends, if they really are your best friends they will come back. So don't worry about them. Now, about Max. That's upto you. But it seems like he doesn't want you in his life for some reason, which is why he's being so bi-polar." He shrugged over the screen.

I sighed. "I guess," I coiled myself into a ball and placed my head on my knees.

"I don't want to have anything to do with him, you know? I'm just so pissed off with him. But at the same time I still care about him. I want to help him. Help him get better. I want to find out what's going on with him. I care for him too much to just completely let go, you know? This is all so crazy," I sigh.

"Hay-hay, you can't always be thinking of everyone else over you. You always do that. Someone's crying because they pissed you off, you immediately forget all your resentment and pull them into a hug. Someone who isn't really a nice person to anyone in general, you always defend behind their back. Even if they aren't the nicest people to you as well. That's something amazing, okay? Don't ever completely destroy that beautiful thing you have. But sometimes you need to know when to just leave it alone. Because you're the one getting hurt in the process. Some people just don't deserve you to help them. While you're stitching them up, you'll end up tearing your stitches out. Or as you put a bandaid on to their wounds, they rip yours off and rub some salt in-"

"But Jay I can't just-"

"Some people don't deserve your love Hay-hay. Get that through your thick skull!"

"Including Max?" I looked through my lashes.

"Especially Max," he stated firmly.

I sigh. "I don't know,"

"Just think about it Hailey, that's all I'm saying. And don't try to go mend a relationship he didn't want in the first place."

"I'll try," I whispered, insincerity dripping through my vocal chords.

I blow a breath of frustration out at my weak sounding voice. "Why am I so forgiving?" I sniffed.

Why?

Why couldn't I be ruthless and hold grudges for years and years.

Even the grudge I had against Max leaving without a word was broken just a few days after seeing him.

Why couldn't I be patient and wait for them to apologize first?

Why did I have to run to them before they ran to me?

Why was I so weak?

So desperate to please people?

So utterly helpless.