The Goodbye

“I think… today is definitely not the day for whatever that was,” I mutter after thinking about it for a few seconds. Angie looks like she wants to keep punching me, but she also understands.

“In a year,” she pushes, “We’ll get back to it in a year.”

“I. Don’t. Know,” I spit. I can’t promise anything yet. I don’t like hollow promises or saying shit just to say it.

“It wasn’t a question,” she states, starting to walk back to the game and leaving me all alone to curse my wolf out.

This was definitely not the right moment to say that, now we’re both going to be thinking about it and struggling with the separation even more. That was the opposite of what I fucking wanted.

When I walk back, everyone is congratulating Lesley’s group because apparently they won. Good for them, I don’t care.

I just look around for Angelique. She’s talking to her parents now.

“Yeah, I know… I’ll go get my stuff now,” she says, pursing her lips the way she does when she's annoyed with me, “Elliot, come with