*Noah*
I really am one stupid son of a b***h.
I knew that even as I watched Jane leave my apartment, taking a piece of my heart with her. I knew that if I followed her it would just make things worse, but staying back and letting her go was harder than it should've been.
I didn't want her to be here, not when I'm feeling this shitty.
It feels like a never-ending battle, this constant tug of war between letting my career consume me just enough to be the best at it, and not letting it consume me entirely. There's a fine line between the two and I'm scared that I'm making Jane walk it with me, no matter how hard I try to keep her out of it.
But the look of utter brokenness on her face when she left haunts me. I don't know what to do.
I thought sleeping alone would be the best choice
