brooklynreeves:
Brooklyn willed away tears, running a hand through his hair. “I wanted to see you, okay? I wanted to apologize for all this shit in person.”
“Oh did you now? You’ve finally decided you’re ready and we’re just supposed to, what, pick up where we left off? I waited for you to want to see me for months. When I was in bed with a broken ankle, you were the one I wanted next to me. When I landed my first dismount after my ankle healed, you were the one I wanted to share the moment with. But you didn’t give me much of a choice there, did you?” Angry tears started spilling down her cheeks and she swiped them away with the back of her hand. “And now that I’m finally starting to move on from you, here you are again.” She choked back a sob, her eyes puffy as she stared up at him. “Why don’t you want me to be happy?”







