I knew there was only one way to find out all the answers and calm my inner turmoil. I agreed to see Flynn.
We met the next day at a small park near our apartment, the same place we used to take walks and share quiet conversations.
“Nova,” he started softly, his voice filled with sorrow, “I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I know what you saw… and I should have told you.”
I nodded, my throat tight with emotion. “Flynn, I would have tried to understand. I could have been there for you.”
He looked down, his voice a whisper. “I didn’t even understand it myself until recently. I thought… I thought I could get past everything, you know. And just be the husband you deserve.”
His voice broke, and he looked away, struggling to contain his emotions.
I blinked back tears, my voice barely a whisper. “Flynn, you spent so long hiding this part of yourself. You didn’t have to.”
He nodded, wiping his eyes. “I didn’t want to hurt you, Nova. You were my best friend. But hiding who I am… it was hurting both of us. Benji helped me realize that I couldn’t keep pretending.”
We sat in silence, both grieving the life we’d shared and the love we’d once had.
“I just wish you’d trusted me enough to tell me,” I finally whispered, my heart aching with the truth that had been hidden between us.
