It was the day after their breakup when the thought struck him, he’d have to avoid sunrises. Connor had always been that oddity that woke up early and yet went to bed late, but now, now he’d resign himself to waking up after the sun. At least, until things got easier…until he bounced back. For approximately the last two weeks, he had desperately tried to avoid anything and everything that could remind him of the girl. Without her though, everything was hazy as if a muted palette was cast over Connor's surroundings.
It was frustrating how many memories were relived in commonplace things. How his hand hovered over a jar of maraschino cherries behind the bar counter. How he absentmindedly rearranged the eating utensils to spell out words. How he couldn’t even touch a computer keyboard without cringing in compunction. For everything he’d glance at or graze his fingertips over would remind him of the girl he’d left. He had left. He had left. He had left, and she stayed…and she had wanted him to stay.
Summer was quickly approaching, and that meant they’d be less likely to run into each other, and she’d have time to forget him. Which was what he hoped for, wasn’t it? That Kennedy would forget about him, and move on with her life. No. That she would forget what they were, what they could’ve been, and then be content with being his friend. That Kennedy would finally accept his offer of friendship, and not ask more from him. Yes, that’s what he hoped…wasn’t it?
