The bus pulled out. I’d been hoping against hope that Zayn might have come down to say goodbye. He was back on his feet after all – in fact there was hardly anything left to show for the ordeal we’d been through at the hands of that dreadful woman. I so wanted to hear him tell me he knew I’d been telling him the truth. But I guess some things are too painful to face even when the truth is staring you in the face. How could he possibly have thought I’d go back to Wesley after what we had?
I sighed and checked my phone. Not even a text message. I closed my eyes and tried not to cry.
Maria Bliss, Summer Break.