“Anthony did something very similar before. There was this birthday party of one of our mutual friends. We were all invited to the party and ended up going together. I didn’t want to be there but Diana was insistent on dragging me along. I remember I felt like such a third wheel and I hated it…” I said in a light tone as I recalled my memories from that day.
Surprisingly, I found it easier to recount the story to Bradon now that I have started. I had no idea why I was suddenly telling him this or why I suddenly felt so talkative but it felt better than the silence that dwelled between us just a short while before. Even more surprisingly, was the fact that Bradon was silently and willingly listening to my tale.