My door swung open grasping my attention. I watched Drake walk in and towards me.
"You have mourned long enough."
"Drake you can't expect me to be done mourning, this pain isn't like that of a bruise, it isn't a sensitive splotch that disappears within a week and then you forget about it completely."
"I know that, but I have left you alone, not bothering you once while you mourned the guy you loved over me, all I ask of you is to get out of the bed and start living again. I'm worried about you." It must have taken a lot for him to admit all of that.
"All way you will be able to push the pain aside is if you get back out there and distract yourself." He is right, but I won't give him the satisfaction of admitting that, just admitting it in my head makes my stomach uneasy.
"I know th
