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Raising my eyebrows, I shrugged. “Okay.”
We started heading toward the exit of the student center.
Once again, I wanted to believe that what he was saying was true. That this was the point of demarcation for everything we had gone through, that life would be good from here on out. We’d stand up for ourselves against Vivian, and even if we failed, at least we’d have each other. At least we’d have our trust, and nothing could get in the way of that.
But a few months was a long time. And if anyone had Elliot’s trust, was it going to be me, or someone he called his closest friend?
Shaking my head, I squeezed my hand tighter around his.
I didn’t want to make things up, sabotage my own happiness. But at the same time, the last few days taught me that if I wanted something, to hold on to it like it wasn’t my own. Hold on, because they might let go.
I couldn’t let Elliot go. Not now, not ever again.
Vivian wasn’t the only obstacle I had to overcome to keep our love strong.