Chapter 55 – Sidney
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
SIDNEY
Him texting me was inevitable, but when he finally does three days later, it’s crippling.
Grayson: You left without saying goodbye.
I stare at his text for the longest time, trying to figure out how to take it. Is he angry? Is he surprised? Is he disbelieving?
Me: I thought we had already said goodbye.
Grayson: You didn’t even tell me you were leaving early . . . but you told Luke?
Me: I didn’t want him to think I abandoned him. That was very important to me. And you? It was just easier this way.
Grayson: Easier for who?
Me: You. Me. I don’t really know anymore.
Grayson: Neither do I.
I stare at my phone—so many words I need to say, his voice the one thing I desperately want to hear—and I close my eyes as I remember everything about him.
Me: I’m sorry.
Grayson: So am I.
Clutching my phone to my chest, I squeeze my eyes shut and don’t even bother to fight the tears.
Distance doesn’t make the heart grow fonder.
Distance makes you want the person more.
Distance makes you realize just what the hell you are missing.
That wrecking ball didn’t do me any damn favors.
Deep breath. This will get easier in time.
It has to because, right now, this sucks.