JASMINE
"Lucy?" I asked. He wouldn't make eye contact with me as he nodded. I let out a deep breath and sat down.
"I'm sorry, Jasmine. But I have to be there for Lucy. I have to take responsibility. I can't just abandon her."
"Yeah, I understand," I replied. As much as it hurt, I agreed with him that he should take responsibility. But I couldn't bring myself to look at him, the pain still raw. I wondered if I would ever get used to the whole situation.
He wrapped his arms around me, which began to calm me, and asked, "Hey, do you want to get out of here?" I nodded. Luke paid for the food, then we returned our bowling shoes and went back to the car.
As we were driving home, Luke said, "I just can't help but wish I could go back in time and tell seventeen-year-old me to have done things differently. I feel like I've really made a mess of everything. I'm really sorry, Jasmine. I'm really trying to do the right thing—and while I k
