“Eclipse,” Mason called me softly, like he used to. His voice, the way he called me, and his footsteps as he neared me reopened my wounds. I wanted to turn around and slap him.
At the same time, I wanted to get in the car and run away. I did neither of those. I turned to face him head-on for my sake. If I don’t let go of my past, I will always resent him, and that resentment will keep me attached to him. I didn’t want that. I wanted to be completely free of him.
“Can I help you?” I asked him. I was neither polite nor rude. I asked him like I would any stranger. Mason looked hurt at my plain response, which made me scoff. Was he expecting me to greet him with love or something?
“How are you? I’m sorry I never checked…” Before he could finish his sentence, I interrupted him. “Why is that
