I don’t allow it.
He accepts defeat in that.
“Just say it to me then. I just need to know you’ll be here, Mila.”
My brain starts to scramble.
Do whatever it takes to get him the help he needs, Mila.
I start to nod.
“Okay?” Ward asks. “Yes? You’ll be here…?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
I swallow hard.
Ward offers up a smile, then stands up.
He stares at me for a few more seconds before leaving the coffee shop.
My heart is racing a little.
Ward walks up to his sister and she pats him on the back.
The two walk off into the distance.
I am glad that Ward is getting help. He needs it.
I feel a little empty inside though.
I don’t like the feeling at all.
I look down at my phone.
There is one way to not feel so empty… and alone…
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MILA
Sometimes a text or even a call just doesn’t do the job.
Also - the caffeine isn’t doing a thing either.
I can feel it, but it’s not helping. It’s not even hurting at this point.
It’s just…
I feel sad. I feel empty. I’ve said that already.
I toss my coffee into the fancy trash can and I leave the coffee shop.
As I walk, I try to recall some good memories of you know who. Not that I’m attempting to pull up some old thoughts or feelings or anything like that. I think I’m desperate to somehow justify this ending.
I’m smart enough to know not everything is like a movie or a book.
Sometimes things just happen and you face it. Or move on. Or even forget about it.