The next morning, with Zach’s father and brother at our apartment, I said, “All right. I’m going to go home to my parents’ for a few days. You go home to your family in DC. We’ll talk about stuff. We’ll figure this out,” not knowing if we actually would. I was trying to convince him just as much as I was trying to convince myself. Then we said a quick goodbye and went home. I have never, ever seen Zach since. Ever.
Omg
