I'm sure it's easier to not let your past define you if you can erase the pain of it.
James hated that that was his immediate thought. He understood why Evaline did it. It made complete logical sense that she would. She hadn't thought he was real, and he wouldn't have thought he was real if he was in her shoes. And yet, he couldn't help but feel cheated in some way.
It wasn't that he expected things to go back to the way they were. He'd just hoped...
Well, that was his first mistake. Hoping.
Maybe it was better this way. He could keep her at a distance, now, and he had a better excuse for it. It wasn't like she remembered their talks about being honest and open with each other as something more than friends. It wasn't like she remembered the moments that mattered the most. She wouldn't expect him to be honest. She wouldn't require it of him.
He could just drift like a piece of wood getting caught under the sea foam.
Perhaps, your past didn't have to define you if you considered it disposable.
"I'm glad you seem to have found freedom from your past," he said emptily.
He stared towards the horizon, searching for words that didn't sound bitter, or hostile, or hopeless, or "edgy." Nothing came. His next words felt hollow.
"And you're right. Our pasts don't have to define us. But they will always be a part of our story."
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