Maybe I should have said yes. Maybe it could work. But it was too late. As I stared as his retreating back, I knew it was over. After all Logan and I had been through, I didn't think he could just walk away.
I stood frozen, watching the man I love fade into a crowd of graduates. The memory of the time we first met, and he barely gave me a second glance. Or our first kiss at my grandparents wedding renewal. And when he proposed, in front of everyone I love.
Now the shadows of what could have been came flooding through my mind. Logan and I saying I do at our big lavish wedding paid for of course by my grandparents. Our honeymoon on a secluded island in Costa Rica. Seeing our child off to school. Seeing our child graduate. Sitting in our living room as old folk doing whatever old married couples do.
"Rory!" my mom called.
Then I snapped back to reality. I had said no. Maybe me and Logan could have had that life. But it's gone now, and moving on is the only thing left. Maybe, if it's meant to be, Logan and I will be together. Maybe everything will work out for everyone, if not the way we expected it.