“If you don’t know now, you know there’s only one way to find out,” Mitch maintained eye contact with me when saying this.
“It’s if I tell you,” I looked away from his gaze as my eyes started to feel heavy, watery, and hot.
Long silence.
Deep breath.
“You couldn’t tell anyone, though,” I lifted my head, but refused to look right at him.
“Don’t worry,” he spoke softly, “you can trust me.”
“Can I?” I asked, my eyes returning back to meet his.
Mitch just looked at me for what felt like forever.
I didn’t need an answer from him. I already knew I could trust him, but after what had happened the year before…
I told him everything.
“Mallory came in and I left,” I finished, “I haven’t seen him since.”
“That’s a good thing, though,” Mitch decided.
Deep breath.
I fixated my gaze to wander around the room, “I don’t know. I mean, in so many ways, I think he was so good for me.”
“He’s good at heart.”
“Everyone is.”
“And he’s still around, but not here,” Mitch concluded, “like a ghost.”
“Exactly.”