The Summer We Changed (Relentless Book 1) by Barbara C. Doyle

Author:Barbara C. Doyle [Doyle, Barbara C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-08-19T16:00:00+00:00

I wanted to talk to Will about what he thought about me taking Ian’s offer on the photography job, but ever since movie night, he hasn’t talked to me.

It’s been over a week.

Three texts were left unread.

Two phone calls left unanswered.

One voicemail left unheard.

After day two, I was ready to storm over to his house and demand he tell me what his problem was. But just as I was, Mom told me that his family is going through a rough patch with their farm. Again.

The first time, Will came to me. He talked to me, worried about what his parents were going to do. I helped him through it, comforted him. He told me he was glad I was there for him.

I guess he doesn’t want me to be there now.

And that hurt more than it should. Why should he have to come to me? I shouldn’t expect him to. I guess I just thought that’s what friends did. They helped each other through the hard times.

I reason with myself on the issue. Will needs space, so I’ll give it to him. I mean, what other reason could he have for avoiding me? He seemed fine when we watched the movie together. He even texted me the next day.

Then … nothing.

Radio silence. Zilch.

What he’s going through has to be hard.

Give him time, I chant.

But no amount of cat therapy could save me from boredom, and the more I waited around for Will, the more bored I became. My mother’s not-so-subtle hints to find a hobby finally pushed me to just leave and head to my apartment.

The problem is, everywhere in town reminded me of things Will and I did.

It’s not like you’re dating him, an annoying voice points out.

Even though we’re just friends, it feels like he broke up with me. When he goes away on trips with his dad, even if it’s for days, he sends me at least one text. Hell, when he leaves for a class we don’t share together, which was never often since we signed up for at least two classes together during the semester, he would leave me a note taped on my door with a horrible hand-drawn picture of a cat.

It shows he’s thinking of me.

That he misses me.

I can’t even find pleasure in watching Batman movies, because he’s not here to criticize me about it. And talking to Ollie like he’s human is no fun without Will around. He would engage in conversation, pretending to be Ollie by talking in a voice that I should have found creepy.

If anything, it’s endearing.

I don’t know if that makes me weird, but if so, then I’ll embrace it. Because Will does those things for me.

Every little criticism is an endearment—a reminder of our relationship. He accepts my craziness, and even feeds it from time to time. In all the years I’ve known him, he has never walked away from the crazy things I say or do.

He never walks away from me.

Not until now.

Standing in the middle of my apartment kitchen, I gaze out the tiny window above the sink.

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