Chapter 11
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Shayna
Way to go, Shayna. Insert foot here. I wanted to mentally smack my cheek to see if I was really that stupid, and idiotic enough to invite this conversation.
Patrick stood there waiting for me to give him an answer and, if I was honest with myself, he seemed a bit sheepish. I didn't see any way out of this, so I bit my lip for a moment to gather my thoughts and prepare myself for this.
I needed to heal anyway, and I had been through far worse than bullying in high school.
Patrick gestured towards the bench I had been sitting on earlier. I took hesitant steps towards the bench and took deep breaths. I wasn't scared. Not truly. I was more so dreading bringing up painful memories and the emotions that going through them again would bring up.
The smell of basil, tomatoes, garlic and butter floated all around me and it was absolutely Devine. If I could survive simply on carbs I would. Leaves were starting to fall around marking the seasons change and the breeze cooled off my flushed skin. I was starting to find peace here. More peace here in Tamino falls than I had seen in a very, very long time and I liked it. I hoped it lasted. I hoped this was truly the start of a new beginning.
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