PART TWO of THREE

Avery
I asked Dylan to be normal so we could work out how we really feel. I didn’t expect him to be this normal. I didn’t expect him to go back to the way he was when we first moved in. I didn’t expect him to quit coming home for lunch and dinner. I didn’t expect him to quit spending time with me… Where does he go every night anyway? I mean, I know he comes home, because I see him in the morning before work. But things are strained. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked him to stay. Maybe it would have been better if we spent time apart instead of this…this avoidance that’s going on. I miss what we had. I miss our friendship, and most of all, I miss him.

Dylan
No matter how this ends, I feel as though we’re all going to lose. There is no way to make this end well. There’s no way to come out on top. There is no way to come out of this and feel good. I will either lose my oldest friend, or I will lose the only girl I’ve ever felt something for. Or maybe I’ll lose both…