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“She didn’t have any other choice! Tell me, if she would have told you from the very beginning what her plan was, would you have listened to her? Would you have agreed to go back home?” he questioned with the raise of his arms and a tone that had me reeling back.
Why the fuck did he care so much anyway and why was he suddenly making me feel like I was in the wrong?
“Maybe not in the beginning, but she had so many opportunities to tell me. I would’ve…” My words trailed off into amoment of silence as my whole body locked up. “If she would’ve just told me everything, I would’ve done anything for her.”
His gaze was unwavering, almost like he was dissecting every word that fell past my mouth.
It unnerved me just as much as it irritated me.
“I know you would and that’s what I don’t understand about any of this. If you truly mean that you would do anything for her, then why the fuck are you here right now and not making amends with Wren? She never meant to hurt you, Mal. If anything, she was protecting you because she knew she would lose you again if she told you everything.”
My chest expanded on a heavy breath.
“It’s not just about the fucking lies, it’s about the fact she doesn’t trust me like she did Hayes,” I confessed on a growl, and as soon as I said it, my head dropped in utter defeat.
Fuck.
“I can’t compete with him. I can’t compete with what they had.”
For a minute, my admission had lingered in the air before James had finally spoken up.
“No one is telling you to compete with him. You’re doing that all yourself, Mal.” His words smacked me dead center in the chest. “You may never know the type of bond that they had shared and to be frank, I don’t think it would be any of your business to know. What matters is the fact that you know what you two have together
“I thought I knew what we had, but I’m not even sure about that anymore.” I hated saying it, but I felt like I knew nothing anymore.
I couldn’t help but question everything, and even now, with James here defending her actions, I was even more fucking confused.
James’s chin dropped as his chest expanded on a breath.
“Blue’s Words,” he responded simply and surely.
Confused, my brows dipped together.
“What?”
Lifting his head, our eyes met.
“When you decide that you’re done sulking for the night, open the browser on your phone and look up Blue’s Words. Maybe you’ll find your answers there.”
Then swiftly turning around, he began to skate off toward the exit, leaving me even more confused and annoyed than before.
Whatever it was, he seemed confident that it would change my mindset.
I wasn’t so sure it would, but once my curiosity got the best of me, I made my way off the ice and into the locker room where I yanked off all my gear and searched for my phone.
Once I had it, I plopped my defeated ass onto a bench and typed in the words “Blue's Words” until a link popped up. Hesitantly, I clicked on it.
At first, I was extremely fucking confused.
All it had were dates and a lot of fucking journal-like entries that I noticed people commenting on. Lots of people commented but I wasn’t interested in reading them. But as I scrolled through it, something had caught my eye. The most popular entry that had hundreds of comments.
And that’s when I began to read Blog Entry #1.
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Blue’s Words
