Malone
“I don't even know where to start." I take a drink from the bottle, relishing the cold liquid going down my throat, wishing like hell it was something stronger. Something that would give me a little more courage than what I have right now. Being honest is hard, laying yourself bare is hard, and doing it in front of the person I hurt the most in the process of me finding myself? Damn near unbearable.
“Start from the beginning." He also takes a drink, before sitting the bottle in between us on the bed of the truck. “Why did you accept my proposal?"
That question is easy to answer. “I loved you, and you were everything to me, my home was with you, and I thought it was what I was supposed to do."
“But what changed?"
“Me," my voice is small, choked and for the first time I'm telling
