Brielle
7:32 PM
To say that I was freaking out was an understatement.
After my encounter with Christopher on the stage, I promptly ran to one of the dressing rooms and 911 texted Sam to haul herself over here. I knew that Christopher probably thought I was crazy with how I exited, but I couldn’t kiss him.
No matter how hard he tried, I couldn’t bring myself to forgive him. I was a strong believer in second chances, but for some strange reason, I just couldn’t bring myself to extend that same privilege to him.
I felt the anger I had for him dissipate while performing, and that may have scared me the most. If I was no longer mad at him, then how was I supposed to keep myself from forgiving him?
I shook the thought out of my mind. He was using me, and that is that.
“I stopped watching
