For all those days that Elijah had ignored talking to me, I had done my best to grab any chance that would help me talk to him. But he had done his best to ignore me without making it much obvious.
I had started getting a headache. The heartache had silently made its way in my chest. It was hard. Living with so many people and still feeling lonely. Although I had been living alone before coming to Elijah’s house, I had never felt as lonely as I had started feeling now.
And the most annoying and infuriating thing was that I did not even know the reason behind the constant changes in myself and the men that I was living with.
In the end I had finally decided. f**k Elijah. f**k ‘the talk’. f**k everything.
I could no longer go on with putting my self respect on the line when he tarnished
