Whispers of a Broken Halo by Abbi Glines

“I am so sorry. Please just listen to me. You can’t just leave like this and leave things hanging like they are,” he pleaded.

I shrugged. “N-n-nothing is h-hanging. It’s j-j-just done.”

Decker reached for my other hand, and I pulled it away.

“Bryn, I made a mistake. I messed up. I’m a guy, and you weren’t even letting me touch you. All I could do was kiss you. Then, she came along.” He pointed at Tory, who I knew was rolling her eyes at all this. “And she was easy. She basically threw herself at me. I was weak. But I love you, babe.”

My eyes shifted from Decker to the trailer two doors down. Another family lived there now. Rio March had been gone for over a year. When I heard the word love , I always thought of him. I was sure that if I could love someone, then it was Rio. Maybe I had loved him. I didn’t know.

“Good-bye, Decker,” I managed to say without a stutter.

I opened the car door and got inside.

“Are y’all done with the drama bullshit?” Tory asked as she looked in the rearview mirror, putting on red lipstick.

“Y-y-yes,” I told her.

“Thank God. That was painfully ridiculous. Let’s get out of this shithole, sis,” she said, putting the top back on the lipstick and tossing it into the ashtray.

“D-d-does he know y-y-you’re pregnant?” I asked her.

She shrugged. “Yeah, but it don’t matter.”

I looked back at Decker, who was standing there, watching me still.

“Call me!” he shouted as Tory pulled away.

My eyes went back to the trailer where Rio had once lived, and I looked at it until I could no longer see it. One day, I was going to find him again.

I just hope he remembers me.





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