BRIELLE
I couldn't stay at home.
Not after all that had happened, so I was on my way to Rousseau's to see Silvie.
Dylan had left a while ago… I had told him I needed more time to process all of this.
You know, a part of me felt angry. Angry that he thought he could just waltz back into my life at his own pace and that I'd be ready to receive him with arms wide open.
Like, what the fuck?
When it got to the time for me to hear you out, you expect me to do so, no questions asked, no emotions shown, but when it's your turn to hear me out, you push me away?
He really had something coming if he thought I was going to let him off the hook so easily.
But then again, it wasn't his fault.
