As soon as Luka stepped out of the house to make his quick phone call, I paced the living room. Did I do something? I wondered. Something just screamed at me that something was wrong. I don’t think I did anything wrong. However, I did share some of my strange ideas with him. Man, I felt like an i***t. I lay on the couch and placed a pillow over my dumb face. What was I supposed to do? Should I ask him? How would that make me look? Oh hey! Did I scare you with my crazy thoughts? It’s okay I am starting to get used to people leaving me. I yelled in frustration into the pillow.
“Beautiful you okay?” Luka asked. f**k when did he come back inside? Thank god I was thinking those thoughts in my head and not speaking them out loud.
“Yeah I am fine.” I lied.
“You don’t seem fine. Is there any
