valerie’s p.o.v.
“so he dragged you to a bathroom to kiss you, and only telling you he’s leaving afterwards?” jay says, disbelievingly. she raises her eyebrows and sighs loudly. “what kind of person would do that?”
i shrug. “he’s leaving, jay. i can’t do anything about it.”
she frowns. “on a brighter note, you’re getting out of this hell hole tomorrow…?”
i look around the hospital room that’s filled with flowers in vases and get well soon balloons, and i nod.
“i have a feeling you’re gonna say something deep,” jay replies to the silence. i shake my head.
“i’m just tired, you know?”
she nods, but she’ll never understand. “i know it’s rough, but things will be okay, val. trust me on this.”
“he’s leaving,” i say and my voice weakens and so do my spirits. “he’s not gonna come back, jay…”
“maybe it’s for the best? have you ever thought about that?”
“but, the best is wherever i am with him.”
“you went too fast, val. he did, too.”
“but we’re best friends…”
“you could still be,” she retorts, shrugging. “even though you’ll be on different sides of the country.”
i shake my head and wipe my eyes. “it wouldn’t be the same... it was bound to happen, i guess.”
she sighs and lays her head on my shoulder. “have they found him yet?”
“no,” i reply, looking out the window. it’s sunny, but the mood isn’t. it’s dreary and ugly, but outside is so beautiful and there’s not a cloud in the sky. i look away. “they have leads, though.”
“they’ll find him.”
“yeah,” i say quietly. “hopefully.”
