LEVI:
A week had passed since I almost had s*x with Kookie drunk, and every single day I have not stopped thinking about it. I am glad I avoided it, but that is not my concern. I watched her the entire day tear up in the kitchen, and she was crying because of me.
It is bad enough I have carried all this burden for years, and it makes a part of me wish she had gotten over me. Another part of me wishes she hasn’t, because I want her back. But watching her cry because of me and not being able to do anything about it is a different kind of hurt.
“Kookie will be here in like twenty minutes and I want you to leave,” my mother says to me, drawing me back to the present.
Her condition has improved to the common eye. Her pale face is now brighter, and she has been smiling more, but she has no h
