Months passed by and I was finally eighteen. In a span of one day. I lost my aunt and Blake. A few days before my eighteenth birthday my aunt met me. She cut off all ties that day with me. And I knew she was not at fault.
She felt betrayed. And no matter how guilty I feel, I am helpless. I repent my choices. I should have never reciprocated his moves. I just went with my attractions without thinking about her. The one thing I am happy about is that I don't have to live an eternity worrying that I was going behind her with her boyfriend. I don't know how she finds it out, but it was probably Blake who must have realized his mistake and come clean. Good for them.
The only thing that pained me was if my aunt could forgive Blake and still live with him, why she did not feel a little bit of
