Chapter 30 Sloan
Sloan
Then - Seattle
Bohdan becomes a ghost right in front of me.
I watch him fade away each day, and I do my very best to hold on.
I hold on for dear life, actually.
Not even for my life—for his. For his life that could still be beautiful if he’d just let it.
For the apartment we have together and the beautiful views of the Sound stretching out, sparkling and endless, like all the plans we had he doesn’t seem to want anymore.
Things we could still have: minutes and hours and days and years together.
He’s here, living and breathing and still the love of my life even if he never gets to lace up another pair of skates.
But it’s not enough.
I try not to blame him. Maybe that’s what happens when a cut makes you bleed, and it takes your dreams with it.