“I had roughly two hours to untangle the mess in my mind, and decide if I wanted to read Taylor’s journal.
Two hours wouldn’t be enough to figure everything out but I had to start somewhere.
After parking the car, I strolled towards the beach, holding the journal close to my chest. The breeze blew my hair as I stepped onto the soft sand, no real destination in mind. I just needed to be close to the water. I needed my thoughts to be as free as the waves, rolling and crashing until they rushed in to meet the sand, bubbling gently before drifting away, less turbulent, a lot more calm.
I walked until I reached Genie’s and a knot formed inside me at the sight of the familiar building. That was the last place I saw Will.
I had to live with knowing the last thing I ever said to him was ‘Go to hell’. Tears spilled down my cheeks because maybe he didn’t know how much I cared about him. Maybe he took my words to heart and died thinking I hated him.
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