Chapter10

#Chapter10

Looking up at the stars now, I sit up, my tears dried, my side aching, and the chair broken. One of the legs have snapped, so I carry the two pieces back to the front and stand it by the door on its slant. My arms wrap around my body and I hold myself, nursing my side and my heart.

The streets are barren and powered with gravel, and I wander down the middle as if no one exists but me. I yank the bottom of my shirt down, but it doesn't go down, and I give up. I should have gone out to dinner.

Maybe I shouldn't have come here at all. Every year my memories of this place grow darker and darker, and my reasons for coming are being suffocated by them. I love my Aunt, I love the beach and the shop, but I can't help but think of them and all that they did to me, constantly being reminded of my mistakes. Maybe this place isn't what it used to be. Maybe I should stop pretending that it is.