928 miles. Two years. It’s not so far, even though it seems like it. Will Lorne forgive me for not visiting? Will Jarret still love me? Will Jake wait for me? Pulling out my phone, I cue up a Rascal Flatts song. Ear buds in, I shut out the world and let the chords of What Hurts The Most carry me forward. It hurts to go to a school so far away from home, but I’m going. It hurts to endure my dad’s drunken temper, but I’m enduring. It hurts to miss Jake with every breath I take, but I’m doing it. I’m missing him and still breathing, and that hurts the most.
