Getting over Hawke is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.
I couldn’t breathe, sleep, or eat. Every day was more agonizing than the one that followed. But somehow, after two years of suffering, I finally got back on my feet.
And I moved on.
Now I’m living in the city and running my own bakery. Life is good again. I’m surrounded by good friends that I love, and every day is even better than the last.
Until everything changes.
Now I have to face him after two years of silence. I have to look him in the eye and act like he has no effect on me. I have to hold my head high and pretend he didn’t shatter me into a million pieces.
I have to act like he doesn’t mean a damn thing to me.
Can I fool him? Can I fool myself?