Page 61 of Breathing Wisteria
“How is he?”
“Don’t worry about him, let me worry about him.” Campbell’s voice is stern, and I’ve had just about enough with his attitude.
“This is hard for me, Cam. I know your first priority is Flynn, but this is hurting me too.”
“You made your decision and now you need to stick to it. Going back and changing your mind is only going to hurt him more, you need to remember that.” There’s a pause and I hear Simon’s voice in the background. Cam sighs and his voice softens. “I know this is hard, Wyatt, but it will get easier and one day you’ll be looking back and wondering why you ever doubted yourself.”
“I love him.” My voice cracks and my throat tightens as I force the words out, knowing that’s not what he wants to hear.
“If you love him, you need to be strong enough to do what’s right for him.”
The bed creaks under me as I roll over, desperate for some sleep.
It’s been four days since I forced the world’s eyes on us.
Four days of lies.
Four days of hiding.
Four days of regret.
My mind never stops racing and I haven’t been able to sleep properly since this all happened. Since before that, if I’m completely honest.
My phone starts vibrating on the side table, and when I reach over and look at the screen, the picture Flynn took of us that first night we reconnected is lighting up the screen.
I reject the call, knowing that I can’t risk talking to him and try to ignore the pain that ricochets through me, but it’s useless.
I’m simply going to learn how to live with it until the moment comes that I can breathe again.
