Ryan
Feeling like s**t this early in the morning wasn’t something I usually deal with, but after what happened with Jules last night, I woke up feeling rough.
It was the kind of feeling that sat on your chest and reminded you that you were the asshole this time.
I replayed it while standing under the shower, the steam doing nothing to clear the image of her face when she told me not to act like I cared.
I wasn’t trying to act. I do care… because I felt guilty, not that I was going to ever say that out loud.
But the look in her eyes before she walked away… God. I had seen that look before. It was the look of someone trying so hard to keep it together, even when they’re breaking.
By the time I was done showering, I was already thinking about what to say when I saw her this morning. I w
