Alisson~

A year of working through it, of self-loathing, of trying to stay on my feet without stumbling. I hate that it took this long, I hate that I couldn't be strong enough to heal from it quicker.

Despite the wall I put up, Brent took his time with me and my heart aches from how much I miss him.

He's sent messages every month, he's called and left voicemails being a god sent saint.

My hands hover over the call button but I hesitate, what if he's moved on and he doesn't want me anymore?

I settle with texting instead.

Me: I might die of a cold soon.

His...