Zee.
I didn’t cry after Denver left. I wanted to, God, I was so hurt that crying out all the tears in my eyes felt like the only right thing to do, but I didn't.
Instead, I sat in my room with the stupid cute bear he had bought clutched to my chest and stared at the flowers like they might explain something he hadn’t said.
The smell was soft. Innocent. Too gentle for the kind of chaos storming through my chest.
I didnt blame him either, it wasn't like he had committed to me or anything. It was all my fault I should have guarded my heart more.
I always knew he was trouble, yet I let my stupid heart fall helplessly for him. But again, how could I not fall for him?
He is the only one who has ever made me feel seen; he makes me laugh, and moments with him feel like a fairytale.
But
