RUBY
I had lied to myself one too many times about being past the past. But here I was with eyes swollen from two hours of non-stop crying.
And I didn't mean the pretty type of crying. Mine was all about the ugly one, snort rolling down my nostrils, bags under my eyes and a face even I didn't want to see.
How Austin managed to stay through it all as he held me was beyond me. But he never left. Like the good man that he was. And even better was him not trying to come up with some motivational and encouraging shit. I was past that already.
I'd like to think I had had the displeasure of hearing all about it enough to last my entire life going forward.
There was a long silence between us. The one that let me be myself. Let me be ugly and still didn't push me away.
He's a true friend, isn't he? I found myself thinking and nodding at the same time even before the words registered in my brain.
