Re: Luke H/Wren M
[He feels a little guilty for having this conversation while she's clearly inebriated, but it might be his only chance at getting the truth.]
You didn't break up with me, Wren. You left me. It's not the same. If you'd ended things to my face, and told me why, then maybe I could've handled it better. It would still hurt, but at least then I'd have some closure. Instead you left me with nothing. All I had was someone who wouldn't talk to me unless it was through a Bluetooth or an untraceable cell phone, and my life was for him. I did what he wanted, risked myself for his cause, and what little I had for myself suffered. After I graduated, I couldn't stay in New York anymore. I didn't know what I wanted, so I left, and [...] things changed. I didn't care about nice girlfriends or fancy things. I never have. [...] Now look at us. I'm the one living an average life, and you've got the money and the expensive things.
Roger's just trying to help. Maybe he's right, maybe we should move on. You and I both know it's not that easy, though, or else neither of us would be having this conversation. [...] So where does that leave us? What do we do now?