It Ends with Goodbye◇Drew Dirksen (Sequel to It Starts with Hello)

Chapter Twenty Three.

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Chapter Twenty Three.

Violet 

Whenever I looked on a sunset before this summer and even before last year I never really understood the deeper meaning behind it. The sun goes down every night and we solely expect it every single day. Well maybe not if you are in Alaska because they have days on end with no night. But that's not the point.

The point is so many people take advantage of the beauty behind the sunset. They think it has to be romantic when out of truth, it could just be delightful and make someone feel great by seeing the sun go down.

Tonight I am watching the sunset with Tate. Someone that I thought would be romanticize by the end of the night but is rather being the oppisite. He gives me perversity and makes my curiosity of Drew away.

"Forget that he gave you these feelings," he says the night wind blowing through his hair, "forget him telling you he loved you. He would have tried to make it work somehow. He would be here wouldn't he?"

Tate is like that one friend who tells you how it is. He knows it hurts now but in the long run it's for the best. I never knew this quality he had before going to hangout with him tonight.

"Never say never though," he adds. I look ovver at him. His stern appeal is now changed to a calm and rassurance. He looks away as I look at him though. With us danglling on the bed of his truck, he has his hands on his lap intertwined in an awkwardness I can't help but like. "It's hard to go through a breakup. It's rough. I get it. I know how it feels being broken up with Violet. I know how it feels to have your heart torn into two without the other persson caring in the world if you stay up all night thinking and pondering about the past."

He makes me look at him as he puts one of his hands on my leg, "I know how it feels trust me. They don't care. They think they do but they wouldn't have done it that way. They would have just fought and fought with you until you cam into an agreemnt."

"You really think that's healthy though?" I ask back, "you think toxic relationships are better."

"No one gets hurt as much."

I would have to disagree. I would have to really disagree. All thse toxic relationships in movies, books, and even in real life. Every break up someone gets hurt.

Maybe that is what makes Drew and I no diffeerent. I got hurt.

We sit there as the moon was up. We try to talk about it again but nothing comes out of it. His hand is still on my leg as music goes on from his truck. The cresent of the moon is like my life.What was once full is now gone. Now there is just a little sliver of hope. There is a little quest in my heart that wants to not be hurt.

"I don't think it is a good idea to act like we are dating, "I speak out loud and take his hand away. We both look at each other in the eyes, "I just don't think I would get anything from it."

His gaze falls down at my hand and his. I take my hand away from his and he looks back up again, "I know. Besides it wouldn't be fair. I don't know I just wanted to help you move on."

"I know and thank you for that," I whisper and kiss him on the cheek. He smiles, "thank you for showing to me that yes I got hurt but screw him, right?"