I’d had reservations about the whole thing right from the start. There was just something about him I didn’t trust. I should have listened to my gut feeling but I kept pushing it further and further down into the depths of my being. It wasn’t long before he began to show his true colours but it all came to a head that night.
I didn’t want to remember it but I guess it was something that was never going to go away completely. The memories had faded yes and I’d forgiven him for my own peace of mind, but I would never, ever forget what he did.
It was going to be the anniversary of it soon and I had already begun to feel uneasy. I needed my friends.
And to trust the beginning of something new.