I take a long look at Trixie. Her blue eyes are honest as they stare back at me. Memories of us flash in front of my eyes that weaken my defences for a moment. But then I remember that stabbing pain in my chest from the night she betrayed me. Just because someone was once good to you, doesn’t mean they are owed your forgiveness. It’s okay to accept that some things aren’t meant to last forever. I don’t have to erase the good moments with her, but I do have to respect myself.
