Theresa finally breaks her silence. She knows that James must be beside himself with anticipation. . She realized that she still loved him, maybe, more than life itself.She needed to know how he felt. . But she couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same.

Fact remains, he was just hard to talk to these days. He had become difficult to talk to. Every time they did it was awkward and she didn’t feel like experiencing another difficult conversation. There were things she had to say to him, that she was afraid to. Some of it she wasn’t supposed to tell him. But there was a burning, inside of her. Like it was just pure torture not being able to tell him. She allowed him to effect her. This is what happens when you let someone love you. She thinks to herself.

After several rounds of mental debate, she writes him an email. This way she doesn’t have to hear the verbal assault, of where are you. And the why didn’t you call?

She clicked sent and went to sleep. The rain lulled her to sleep.