72 Rhys
72
Rhys
The light was trying to sneak in past the curtain. I turned around in bed and frowned when I saw what time it was on the clock on the nightstand. The first thing I thought was that Ginger was going to miss her flight. The second was that Ginger wasn’t even there. I got up, anxious, and noticed her suitcase was gone. There was just a note on the kitchen counter.
I’m sorry, Rhys. I’m sorry I left like this. But I couldn’t do it any other way, because I knew if I did, you’d ask me to stay again, and I knew that I’d say yes. And it isn’t fair, okay? Not to me. Not to us, actually. But we’ll get through this, okay? You’ll see, everything will be perfect.
I’m fine. Don’t worry, I called a taxi to pick me up. I’ll write you soon. Take care. Seriously. Don’t get lost.
Thank you for this summer.
Thank you for giving me so much.