This is set around a week after Brady leaves the island of Kinkow to go back to Chicago.
He's gone.
For the first week or so, I'm not quite sure that I believe it. I keep expecting him to pop back up in the throne room with some ridiculous demand and some even worse pick up line directed towards me. But he never does. Brady never does come back.
I feel bad, knowing that it's my fault that he left to begin with. I feel bad that he overheard me tell Candace that I would never date him. Especially since I was lying when I told her that I wouldn't. I did mean what I said to Candace about him being immature and needing to grow up, but that didn't mean that I didn't still like him. Yeah, I liked him against my better judgment, but I liked him none the less. I still do like him. A lot, maybe even too much.
The problem is, by the time that I had realized that I loved him – that I will always love him no matter what – and had worked up the courage to tell him this, he was already gone. And today is the day that it hits me.
My chance for happiness with Brady is gone now. I didn't act soon enough, and now I'm too late.
A drabble that I wrote for a couple of my cousins. Enjoy everybody! Reviews make my day!:)