The Collision
But I had held on strong.
I got better each day… so much so that it didn’t hurt as much anymore, and it was funny; because despite all of these talks of moving on, I knew deep within my heart that if Dylan were to give me a second chance, I would run to him with open arms, because through it all, I still had a sliver of hope.
Because I was still in love with him.
A knock on the front door had me snapping out of my thoughts.
“WHO IS IT, LUCIA?” Silvie hollered from her room. She was in there preparing for her night shift at Rousseau’s. “DUNNO! GOING TO CHECK!” I hollered right back getting up to go answer the door.