It’s you

YARA

"Oh." Naomi gasped. "It's you."

I noticed the note of displeasure in her voice. Her eyes burned with intentional contempt.

"Um, I need to talk with—" I paused feeling quirky. "Him."

"I'm trying to understand you here. When you say 'him', do you mean my best friend? The same guy you betrayed."

Her words hit me like a fist. I flinched. The coward in me wanted to retreat while I still had the chance but I knew what would happen if I did that. I could visualize my life without Will, working a job I hated just so I can be part of something greater than myself getting so depressed I'd have two cats, an addiction to over the counter meds, and a dating profile to fall back on.

I shuddered at the thought. Hell no!

"I know what you must think of me right now." I began to say. "Hate me all you want." I took a breath. "I know I do."

She regarded me with a cold look but said nothing. I continued my awkward speech. "There's so much I wish I'd have done differently—learn to ride a bike, rock yo