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Authors: Elle Michaels
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Home.
WHEN WE ARRIVE back at my apartment, I get Charlie settled then pour us each a glass of wine and ask Tyler to take a seat on the couch before I quietly pad into my bedroom.
It’s now or never.
I stand for a moment in front of my nightstand, then suck in a breath and remove my precious album from the drawer. Just holding it has me an emotional mess.
Come on, Brooke. You can do this. It’s time Tyler met Matt and Katelin.
Slowly, I walk into the living room. I’m not sure how I should introduce Tyler to my deceased family. I quietly sit down beside him and hold my breath for a moment as I try to compose myself. I really am sick of crying. You would think that, after all this time, I wouldn’t be nearly as emotional.
Not the case.
The doctors told me that, with time, my post traumatic stress disorder would ease up, only there’s no way to tell if and when it will happen.
I turn to face him. “You wanted to know about my past. You deserve to know about my past. So…I would like to introduce you to Matt and Katelin.” His face looks ghostly pale as though this was the last thing he expected to be shown.
“Are you sure? I realize how hard this must be for you, Brooke, but if you aren’t ready yet I’ll understand.”
It means a lot to me that he’s being supportive, but the time is right.
I feel it in my heart.
“I need to do this. I expect it to be hard, there is no doubting that, but I need you to know who they are because they’re a part of me…always.” I place the album on his lap as he nervously studies it. He looks up at me, silently asking permission to open it. “Go ahead. Open it. I promise. I want to do this.” He cautiously nods before slowly opening the album to the first page.
Breathe.
Staring him in the face is a picture of Matt wearing his red and black high school football uniform. He was sixteen in this picture. His thick, short brown hair stuck to his head as he cradled his helmet under his arm. He was scrawnier back then. I remember him like this as though it was yesterday. My heart hurts at the memory, at the loss. I haven’t opened the album for over a month. Sometimes seeing their pictures is too much to handle, especially when I’m feeling down.
It reminds me how alone I really am.
The next picture is of us at the prom. We weren’t dating back then, but we were close friends. I have a fancy up-do in the photo, and I’m wearing a fitted, electric-blue, taffeta dress. I cringe at the dress.
Matt is dressed in a black tux. He was very handsome when he was young, so it’s no wonder all the girls swooned over him. I loved this picture of us. It used to sit in a frame on one of our coffee tables. I sigh at the memory.
“You look so young.”
“Matt and I were good friends in high school. Maybe even best friends like you and I. We didn’t start dating until we were in our early twenties.” I smile, reminiscing about how our life came to be.
We flip through the album as I share stories about what we were like in high school. How Matt was the party boy jock and I was a naive cheerleader. How he was always bailing my butt out of trouble because I was always too trusting of people.
Talking about him makes me miss him.
Tyler turns the page. Our wedding day. I swallow hard as I remember that day. I can still see him nervously waiting at the end of the church for me with tears in his eyes and a loving smile on his face.
Damn it! I’m crying again.
“If this is too much we can stop for tonight. I hate seeing you cry.” He places a hand on my knee. “God…you were breathtaking. You looked like an angel in your wedding dress. Matt was a lucky man and I’m sure he knew it.” He lifts his hand from my knee and runs it through his hair, shaking his head.
“We can’t stop yet. You haven’t met Ka-Katelin…” My voice cracks as I bite down on my bottom lip in hopes that it will stop me from becoming a sobbing mess.
“I can see how
Home.
WHEN WE ARRIVE back at my apartment, I get Charlie settled then pour us each a glass of wine and ask Tyler to take a seat on the couch before I quietly pad into my bedroom.
It’s now or never.
I stand for a moment in front of my nightstand, then suck in a breath and remove my precious album from the drawer. Just holding it has me an emotional mess.
Come on, Brooke. You can do this. It’s time Tyler met Matt and Katelin.
Slowly, I walk into the living room. I’m not sure how I should introduce Tyler to my deceased family. I quietly sit down beside him and hold my breath for a moment as I try to compose myself. I really am sick of crying. You would think that, after all this time, I wouldn’t be nearly as emotional.
Not the case.
The doctors told me that, with time, my post traumatic stress disorder would ease up, only there’s no way to tell if and when it will happen.
I turn to face him. “You wanted to know about my past. You deserve to know about my past. So…I would like to introduce you to Matt and Katelin.” His face looks ghostly pale as though this was the last thing he expected to be shown.
“Are you sure? I realize how hard this must be for you, Brooke, but if you aren’t ready yet I’ll understand.”
It means a lot to me that he’s being supportive, but the time is right.
I feel it in my heart.
“I need to do this. I expect it to be hard, there is no doubting that, but I need you to know who they are because they’re a part of me…always.” I place the album on his lap as he nervously studies it. He looks up at me, silently asking permission to open it. “Go ahead. Open it. I promise. I want to do this.” He cautiously nods before slowly opening the album to the first page.
Breathe.
Staring him in the face is a picture of Matt wearing his red and black high school football uniform. He was sixteen in this picture. His thick, short brown hair stuck to his head as he cradled his helmet under his arm. He was scrawnier back then. I remember him like this as though it was yesterday. My heart hurts at the memory, at the loss. I haven’t opened the album for over a month. Sometimes seeing their pictures is too much to handle, especially when I’m feeling down.
It reminds me how alone I really am.
The next picture is of us at the prom. We weren’t dating back then, but we were close friends. I have a fancy up-do in the photo, and I’m wearing a fitted, electric-blue, taffeta dress. I cringe at the dress.
Matt is dressed in a black tux. He was very handsome when he was young, so it’s no wonder all the girls swooned over him. I loved this picture of us. It used to sit in a frame on one of our coffee tables. I sigh at the memory.
“You look so young.”
“Matt and I were good friends in high school. Maybe even best friends like you and I. We didn’t start dating until we were in our early twenties.” I smile, reminiscing about how our life came to be.
We flip through the album as I share stories about what we were like in high school. How Matt was the party boy jock and I was a naive cheerleader. How he was always bailing my butt out of trouble because I was always too trusting of people.
Talking about him makes me miss him.
Tyler turns the page. Our wedding day. I swallow hard as I remember that day. I can still see him nervously waiting at the end of the church for me with tears in his eyes and a loving smile on his face.
Damn it! I’m crying again.
“If this is too much we can stop for tonight. I hate seeing you cry.” He places a hand on my knee. “God…you were breathtaking. You looked like an angel in your wedding dress. Matt was a lucky man and I’m sure he knew it.” He lifts his hand from my knee and runs it through his hair, shaking his head.
“We can’t stop yet. You haven’t met Ka-Katelin…” My voice cracks as I bite down on my bottom lip in hopes that it will stop me from becoming a sobbing mess.
“I can see how
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