(Jessie’s POV)
I f*cked up. I know I hurt him but I don’t know how to fix it.
After he asked to think about it, he just got up and left. I haven’t seen him since except for when we would be going to bed and then he barely spoke to me. It’s been like that for three days now.
I was in the kitchen just sort of pushing my breakfast around the plate when someone sat a soda bottle in front of me. “You need to eat, Jess.”
Kraig sat across from me with a somber look on his face. I barely even glanced at the bottle as I sighed, “Not thirsty, but thanks.” He didn’t seem bothered by my soft refusal, though. He just started to eat his own breakfast. It’s weird, but I’ve never actually seen Kraig eat like a normal person before now. He usually always scarfs down his food like a starving animal.
