C A L E B
The roses in my garden smelled less of how they should, and more of cigar smoke tonight. Smoking out here in the evening was probably not the best decision I could make, but again, I was barely thinking straight in that moment while having that discussion with her.
'Are you in love with him? With Jay?'
There were plenty of questions that I could have asked, but instead, I chose to settle on this one. I hated how something rose in me when she turned her eyes to me, the something that died as she said we were not obligated to answer each other's questions.
I knew the kind of thoughts that ran into my head at that time, and a memory that followed, a memory of me driving to her building apartment when Cole first told me that she had shifted to Queens just that day, a couple days
