Letters to my Ex

6

Gabriella Sarmiento Wilson
Nashville, Tennessee
10:13pm

i can't believe what i've just done.

everything happened so fast—this last hour felt like i was floating through space, not tethered to my mind or my body.

i open my eyes and pull away from reid.

"gab—i'm so happy—"

"this was a mistake. i-i've got to go"

i don't know what else to do except to leave immediately.

"gabriella, no, please don't leave. let's talk about this"

i ignore him entirely as i grab my jacket and walk out of the dressing room.

i try to place the events together the whole way home, but my mind is a complete mess.

the music, the singing, being on stage with reid.... the kiss

i stop myself in my tracks.

what was i thinking? how could i do this?

i place my head in my hands.

what about brian?

i don't even have one second to think about brian while i was caught up in the commotion of the last few hours.

i'm walking down the street as the night fills the air and all i can do is cry.

what have i done?

—

the next morning, i wake up to an empty house.

it's saturday morning, but brian has already left for his fishing trip with his best friend for the day.

i am thankful for his trip out of town as i don't think i can bring myself to tell him what happened last night.

at least not yet.

you have one more day to figure this out, gabriella. you made your bed, and not you can lie in it

i walk downstairs to make some a coffee.

i'm just pouring myself a cup when i hear a knock on the door.

who could that be? maybe it's reid, wanting to talk about last night