“Two nights ago,” he continued, “he woke up in the middle of the night, shouting that he had to see you. That’s when it happened–the accident.
“They saved him, Audrey, but his legs… He might never stand again.
“We tried to stop him. We tried. But he was crying, saying tomorrow was your birthday–that he’d already missed it for three years and couldn’t miss it again.”
“He cried so hard,” Roy choked out. “It killed us to see him like that. If we’d known it’d come to this, we never would’ve let him spiral like that
“Audrey, he did all of this for you!”
I leaned against Joshua’s chest, my hand resting on my stomach as I quietly ended the call.
He pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head. “This isn’t your fault,” he murmured.
I knew that.
It was just… laughable, really.
When someone is right beside you, you take them for granted. And when they’re gone, the point of pretending you care?
Love that comes too late? It’s worth less than nothing.
I’d always understood that.
So, I never went to see him. Not once.
Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message.
It was from Lex.
[Audrey, I’m sorry.]
I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn’t reply.
Our story had ended long ago.
I closed that chapter.
From now on, our lives will go their own way–like two roads that’ll never cross again.
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