Once the doctor left, Justin and Dylan walked back into my room in complete silence. I was clear to leave, but I knew that they each expected me to go with them. Somehow, I knew that Justin already knew what my answer would be. It killed me knowing that I was about to hurt him all over again. I swore that this would be the last time.
“I’m going to go change back into my clothes,” I announced awkwardly and snuck into the bathroom.
There was so much tension in the air, and I wasn’t sure how to handle this. My heart wanted Dylan, even if I knew it was wrong. My mind told me that Justin could give me everything that I ever wanted and needed, but as much as I wanted it to be more than friendship, it never would be. I had to get out of this cycle of hurting him and allow him a chance to move o
