Elena
That’s it. I’m done. Watching Mike roll away on that bike from his mom’s house, I scold him for softening me.
How dare he!
My guard was slowly breaking down. At least now, I have a good reason to stop it from crumbling at his steel-toed boots.
With a huff, I leave the family room window to bang the poor cupboard doors of Carol’s kitchen. It’s noisy but the action releases some tension; also showing me an excuse to get out of the house to get some things at the store.
A change of scenery.
Opening the freezer door of the fridge, I spot some frozen peas. For the sake of it, I pick it up and throw it back into the freezer.
Why is Mike acting like this? He’s fighting to be with me for one minute and then the next he’s all, ‘you need to get dressed and I need to go’.
What was t
