I've moved on. He should be proud. He really should. After all, wasn't he who said I could do it? Even when I didn't believe it he did. He is the one who told me to, who forced me to.
He should be proud. This girl is stronger than she herself believed. I mean, I was a mess those first days: crying all the time, clutching at old memories... and now look at me: I'm happy, I really am. My friends love me, Riley loves me, even my Watcher loves me. Why shouldn't I be happy?
He should be proud. I don't cry myself to sleep anymore. I've moved on, like he told me to. Then, why is he looking so... sad? It isn't jealousy; I'd know it. I know everything about him.
And then it dawned on me. Of course he isn't proud. That's why he is so sad. He knows it. No matter how much I smile, how much I kiss Riley lovingly, he knows it. He always has.
There's no reason to be proud of. I haven't moved on. I've let Willow, my mother, Riley and everyone do what they wanted with me and I've called it *moving on*.
I'll cry tonight. I just know it. I'll remember those eyes, sad again because of me, and nothing will stop my tears. Nothing except maybe the knowledge that he still believes I can do it.
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