I decided that waking up after crying your eyes out and not even bothering to wash your face was a terrible experience all around. After much reflection, I realized that I should at least drag myself out of bed to wash away the tears so there wouldn't be a repeat experience.
Unfortunately, I didn't do that the day after everything went down with Rob at the Lush House. So, I stumbled my way into the bathroom, half blind from the crust on my eyes and a headache that was a hop step away from turning into a migraine.
I needed a hot shower, a few glasses of water, and the breakfast of champions—or the breakfast of losers. Either or. I wasn't picky at the moment.
I felt drained, but that didn't hide the hurt I was feeling. I was warned, I was wary, and yet…still…
Ah.
There was someone I was
