69: Lonely On the Beach

JASON

I went down to the beach after leaving Jenna alone. I kept asking myself every hour if I was ready to go back. But I couldn’t.

Call me a coward. Because it is who I am. I couldn’t stand her looking at me the way she did. I didn’t want to see her label everything that happened in the past few days as a mistake. To watch her regret all the special moments I know I would carry the rest of my life believing they were the best to me.

And knowing I did this to myself. That hurt the most.

If I hadn’t fucked up seven years ago she would still be by my side. She would still be mine.

But we probably wouldn’t have a pack to stay in. The treaty was important and people’s lives depended on it.

I try to think of what my mother would have said. And all the possible answers that came to my head made me loathe myself a little more.

I felt lost. I had nowhere to go. No one to talk to because no one would understand. I didn’t know what else to do. What I felt right now seemed an awful lot like how