#Chapter311
/"I sent him home, selfish as ever, so I could be alone with my childish brain to figure out how to feel about all of it./"
The same brain that has done nothing but pine for him ever since and I keep ignoring it because I am stupid and stubborn and don’t want to admit that I am wrong. I cannot self-heal while being in the Hamptons, I cannot get through this and then go back to the city and fix us. Arry is the only one who ever knew how to help me heal myself.
/"I think it’s a bit harsh to say you are selfish. In pain we tend to only focus on ourselves and forget that maybe others might need us too./" Sylvana isn’t reacting like I expected. She’s soothing me, holding my hand as she returns to her seat and brushes away my free-flowing tears with gentle strokes. I can see where her sons learned to be an emotional support to their loved ones. I am seeing it at the source. That gentle caring nature that takes away all blame.
