ZARA’ ; At the cafeteria
The next place I found myself was Riley’s apartment. I didn’t even remember the walk. One second I was running out the door, the next I was in her arms, crying like my chest had cracked open.
“This is f****d, Riley. So f****d,” I choked out, sobbing into her shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Zara. I’m so sorry,” she whispered, rubbing slow circles on my back.
“You know what’s worse?” My voice trembled, bitter, and breaking. “I let him touch me. I gave in. I keep giving in when I’m supposed to be pushing him away. I’m such an idiot.”
“Girl, it’s not you,” Riley said firmly. “You’re just a girl with feelings. It’s his fault for being like that.”
“I think I’m in love with him, Riley.” My words came out soft and cracked. “It’s just… I don’t know… I—”
Riley pressed her inde
