042. Follow Me Into Death

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(Ep. 4: Dear Billy)

A few minutes had passed ever since Max headed into her trailer. Gwen held the letter she gave her and was tempted to open it, but she was afraid. If she read it, that meant admitting things could actually go wrong. She wasn't ready for the worst to unfold, so in hopes today wouldn't end in a tragedy, Gwen tucked the letter inside her bag and prayed she'd never have to read it.

Steve slowly approached her.

His steps were careful, almost calculated, as if he were afraid one wrong move could lead to her departure. He now stood alongside her, both of them resting against the hood of his car and staring ahead.

For a mere moment, their eyes met.

Then, she looked away.

"How have you been?" Steve asked, nearly cringing from his choice of question.

Gwen felt a tinge of amusement upon his blushing face. She sighed heavily and nonchalantly shrugged, "I've been doing fine."

He knew she wasn't being honest, but chose not to pry, "It's been a while since we last saw each other."

She was afraid he would mention Christmas. The worst night of her life had been her fault and she wouldn't blame him if he were to throw it back to her. After the pain she caused, she deserved all the resentment and disdain. No matter how much it would hurt, she would accept it with open arms.

"I know," she breathed out, her hands clenching and nails digging into the base of her palm. "It seems you're doing fine-"

"I am," Steve interrupted, like an attempt to sound convincing. "I've been saving up and thinking of traveling soon. Maybe take a road trip across the country."

She glanced down, smiling discreetly, "Sounds like a good plan."

He gazed at her, quiet, and assessing, "New York sounds like a good place to start."

Gwen's smile dropped. She held her arms together and felt as if she had swallowed stones, "It's not that great of a city. Too crowded."

Steve didn't want to feel disappointed, but it was inevitable not feeling it. She sounded like he didn't want him near, like she hoped to keep her new home just to herself. He always knew the grand city was her lifelong dream, but it never occurred to him that she didn't want to share it with him.

He lightly scoffed, staring ahead, "And yet you chose to move there."

Gwen knew she hurt him and she hated herself for it, "I did. I keep counting the days until I can head back."

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