Forgotten. That's what he was. To everyone, even Bella, he was nonexistent.
His name was never spoken, or thought.
And then he waltzes back into town as if he owns the place! Thinking that his problems are solved, thinking that because he gives a little smile and apologizes he will be forgiven!
And the truth, he was never forgotten, not by me, not by anyone. He was just a thought, a memory pushed to the back of my mind. But he was always there, bound by a leash that could only go so far.
Now, the conclusion of all this, loneliness. After everything I've done, this is the thanks I get? To be left to rot alone in my kennel?
But no matter what I say or what I do, I can't convince myself for one minute. I want Bella around. I miss her smile, how her skin feels as we walk down the beach, hand in hand.
No matter what I do, she will never be forgotten, unlike me.