The Aftermath

Three years.

Three fucking years since I felt for someone. Three years since my virginity was stolen from me. And most importantly, three years since I last saw Naya Rivera. It took me three years to move on, but I did it.

Or so I thought.

You see, three years ago, my life wasn't all too interesting. I had my best friend in the whole world, Naya. I fell in love with my best friend who happened to be acting on a TV show called Glee with me.

Well, I was raped while walking home from the set of Glee one day. I went through depression afterwards and shut the whole world out. Including Naya. Well, me and him finally spoke. {Her screaming at me was more like it.} Long story short, Naya thought I was avoiding her. We fought and screamed at each other, somehow leading into the realization of her telling me she loved me. Just before she drove away for the. Last. Time.

Well, into the now then.