A Confession

Vincent

“We need to talk, Arya,” I said, watching her enter the parlor.

She stretched her mouth into a thin line, nodding her head in agreement.

“We’re finally having the talk,” she said, removing her jacket and dropping it on the couch alongside her bag. “Alright, I’m ready,” she said, after sitting down on the couch opposite mine.

Silence engulfed us for minutes. It was as if we both knew where all this was headed.

“Arya, I’m sorry,” I began. “I thought I could do it, but I can’t. It would be a total mess marrying me in this state. You guys were right, I’ve not healed entirely, and I shouldn’t have come back here…” I had my eyes on her the entire time, gauging her reaction. She simply looked back at me without a flinch.

“Arya, let’s call off the wedding,” I conferred.

She didn’t respond or divulge any emotion that showed how she felt about what I said. After what felt like ages, she inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, then cleared her throat.

“It’s sad. Honestly, I prayed it w