Let You Go to Set Me Free

Summary

At the party, friends teased us, asking when Rosalie Diaz and I would finally get married.

I looked at her, smiling.

She said nothing, and stiffly changed the subject.

The friend who'd started the teasing glanced at me awkwardly, apology in his eyes.

My smile didn't waver. I took a sip of my drink.

I've always been a bit of a procrastinator, though not a hopeless one.

So I decided to let Rosalie go. And to let myself go, too.