If We Could Go Back And Be Naive Again

“I’m happy to see you again.”

“Likewise; it’s been too long.”

“I figured you were busy. Every time I call you out for a cup of coffee, you seem to find a clever excuse to not see me.”

“I haven’t been happy and it’s been this way for a long time now. The thought of suicide has never left my mind. Again and again I try to abandon the idea, but nothing can really take those thoughts away from my mind for too long. I’d like to focus only on the present, but I keep dwelling on the past.”

“I love you, Triston, even if no longer romantically. The memories you gave me are precious and a daily motivation. You’re always going to be a great man to me.”

Truth was, his warmth had yet to leave her soul. And after realizing this, she drove off into the night with a goal of chasing the moon until it was nowhere to be found. There were no stars in the sky, only a gigantic ball of light sitting in solitude, punishing itself for something it had no control over. She drove and drove, but the moon led her right back to his house.

The scene felt so familiar, dating back to ages and ages ago. She stood there, in his place, and he took hers against the door. She longed to help him, but she lost her right to the moment she walked away from their love. She never thought of him once when she was with Enrique but her heart just naturally drifted back to him now that she allowed it.

She didn’t say a single word and just sat on his steps. And things fell naturally into place when he plopped down, his back against hers. Two against the darkness, staring up at the hole in the velvet sky, unaware that Tessa was gazing down from the window.

Their silence had been through so much together.

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