“God, this is so pathetic!” I inhaled shakily and laughed weakly.
“It’s not pathetic,” Honey said gently, reaching for my hand.
But once the tears started, the words came spilling out.
“I miss him,” I admitted.
My throat tightened.
“And I hate the part of me still expected him to remember today.”
Silence settled around the table.
“And now I can’t even listen to Taylor Swift without crying. Even ‘Shake It Off’ sounds terribly sad!”
A pained sob escaped me.
“I know everyone thinks he’s terrible,” I continued. “But I still miss him. I miss talking to him every day. I miss the way he would randomly call me at night. The stupid jokes. God! I miss everything!”
No one interrupted.
“And the worst part is,” I said, shaking my head, “I keep thinking maybe it’s my fault.”
Andi frowned immediately. “James—”
“No, listen,” I insisted. “What if I ruined it? What if I pushed him too hard? What if I should’ve just kept my mouth shut? I. AM. A. WRECK.”
Silence settled around the table.
“I keep thinking if I could just turn back time… maybe I’d do everything differently.”
My chest tightened at this thought.
“I wish there was a guide to surviving this… this tragedy!” I said out loud.
When I looked up, I noticed my friends exchanging knowing glances.
Yeah—that was how worried they were for me.
“Enough,” Andre declared, his voice careful but firm. “We’re going out tonight.”
I blinked at him. “What?”
“We’re going out,” he repeated.
“No,” I said immediately. “No, we’re not.”
“Yes, we are.”
“Why?” I groaned. “I don’t want to go anywhere. I’m perfectly happy staying here with you guys.”
Andi shook her head. “James, you just had a full emotional breakdown.”
“Exactly,” I said. “Which means I should stay home.”
Honey crossed her arms. “That’s not how this works.”
Mel nodded hesitantly. “You need to get out of this apartment.”