It's been a week now. Austin is going to London for a project and I would be lying if I said that I'm not happy.
He didn't force me or hit me but I know it's only because I'm hurt.
I felt trapped and suffocated in this house so I went to buy some groceries.
When I was at the counter, a man bumped into me and all my things fell down. I crouched down and so did he and we started putting everything back.
" I'm sorry, I wasn't looking" he said
" No it's okay " I said and gave him a small smile.
We didn't talk after that but he was looking at me again and again. He was a handsome man. He seemed kind too.
But I felt guilty about thinking about that guy in this way. Even though Austin treated me badly, he did small things that made me happy. No one had ever done such things for me
When
