I walk past the shop windows, hoping something will catch my eye, but I can't find anything that I like or that lifts me from the sadness I'm feeling because of what Ares' attitude caused in me.
“Doesn't he miss me?” “Couldn't he even pretend a little to hide his annoyance?” “How hard would it have been to be kind?”
I think I'll never get over this man, much less what he causes in me. Since I saw him when he was in a coma, sleeping "peacefully" in his bed; that day he opened his eyes and looked at me with that dark storm without a hint of emotion, that day left a mark on me.
For better or worse, Ares West marked a before and after in my life, and getting over him or giving someone else the chance to fill the void he left in my heart, as well as putting the broken pieces back together, w
