Chapter 13 Still Hurting
She was still hurting.
Should I be relieved over the fact that she still cared, or should I be worried because I, too, cared just as much, if not more?
All it had taken was her close proximity for me to lose my rationality. What did that say about me?
There was no point in it – in staying away, I mean. I’d tried to follow the routine of doing my job, minding my own business, and avoiding her at all costs, but what had that done for me?
Absolutely nothing.
I was done – so fucking done with playing the dud.
Then why the fuck wasn’t I doing something about it and living my life the way I should be living?
I may or may not know the correct answer to that question, but at least I knew what I had to do next.
Thank Christ for small miracles.