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Beth hadnât been sure what to expect but what came had been miles from anything she wouldâve guessed. She wanted to tell Destiny that she was several years late but there was a part of her that wanted to hear what the other had to say, though she wasnât going to let it show or admit it. âWhich one Destiny? There were so many conversations that we should have had.â She stated, âWe were so good at talking but clearly not with anything that mattered, huh?âÂ
The attitude was to be expected. It made sense. Destiny had fucked up. Wouldnât be the first time, wouldnât be the last time. It ran in her blood. Her entire family was full of fuck-ups and she wouldnât be the last one though she hoped sheâd be the last of the Woods. That was up to Arizona. Regardless - âIâm not here to criticize or try and make some of the blame fall on you or whatever. Clearly, both of us have some stuff to say. If we didnât, we wouldnât be consistently drunk texting each other. So letâs just say what we have to say. Please. I know I donât deserve any closure but you definitely do so if it makes it easier, Iâll start.â Oh, boy. The hard part. âIâm... Iâm sorry, Beth. Iâm so sorry that I--â Where to begin? âIâm sorry I literally ghosted you. I abandoned you. I got scared and I ran away.â Like her brother, like her mother, like her father before. âIâm sorry. You deserved better. You deserved someone who would share their fear with you instead of acting like a coward. Iâm sorry.âÂ













