Her First, His Last by J.M. Worthington & JM Worthington

Author:J.M. Worthington & JM Worthington [Worthington, J.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sweet Spirit Publishing
Published: 2021-04-14T18:30:00+00:00

Dear you,

I'm sorry I hurt you. You were the part of my past I tried to hold on to. But our worlds are so different now. I can have whatever I want, and that is no longer you. Thank you for teaching me how to love, and I hope you find the man able to love you like you deserve to be loved. But that is no longer me.

Goodbye, Myles.

Saying goodbye was much harder to do than I dreamed it would be. Myles haunted my days at times.

And every one of my nights. I had laid in bed for hours, staring at the poster of Manuscript’s last tour. I started to tear it apart more than once, but my heart wouldn’t let me.

Granny desperately wanted me to attend community college, declaring it was an essential part of determining one’s future. I was in all honor classes in high school and knew that community college would be easy enough. The issue was I would be alone again. The last time I was genuinely alone was when my mother died. However, I needed to break the never-ending cycle of bleakness, my life's modus operandi.

 Deciding I couldn’t lay around for another second, I clumsily rolled out of bed and threw on a pair of daisy dukes and a vintage T-shirt. I needed to start my life sans Myles O’Connor.

The one sure-fire way to break a family's curse of poverty was a good education. So, with the help of a Pell grant and numerous scholarships, I finally agreed to sign up for classes.

I spent the next two years dedicating my life to studying, working at the Tasty Freeze, obtaining an associate degree in business management, and completely shutting out the rest of the world.

One blessing college did give me was a friend who didn't even know I knew who Manuscript was, much less Myles O’Conner. Where I was denim and cotton, Sarah Banks was leather and lace. My natural red hair complimented her artificially ice-blue hair. My love for hair bands contrasted perfectly with her passion for punk.

It was nice to have at least one person to talk to. She even asked me to go out with her but stopped asking when I nicely declined all one hundred and fifty requests. Okay, that was a rough estimate. She was a better friend than me. I was the friend scared to get close to anyone.

My nights had gone silent. No music. No late-night calls. No longer hearing him sing his newest masterpiece.

Sarah had made my days more bearable but no shorter. Despite the fact I had zero social life and only Sarah to talk to, I managed to keep busy and had little time to think about how dead I felt inside. I didn’t deserve the life I had been handed-the life of loving an addict.

That simple truth had made my dating life easy. It sealed my heart from ever loving again. I went out once after I had left Myles. It was with a guy who I knew was jealous of Myles.

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