James

It had been two weeks since I had spoken to Becca. I still couldn’t believe the moment I was leaving, she found comfort being able to just call it off with me.

Maybe I should have tried to force her to stay with me or something. I didn’t know what the f*ck I was doing or thinking.

At the end of the day, I’d just let her go. I let her say goodbye to me. Even though it killed me, it was happening. I had done so much for her, and she ...