When Castien finally leaves, much to my dismay because he looks so tasty in button ups, I continue to my book binding. It occupies my mind, but only to a certain extent. Why am I so naive? The signs were there now that it's plain to see. He always second guessed me, we always did things Jake wanted to do, not me. He even states at other girls in front of me, why did I not say anything? I don't realize I'm crying until I touch my face. I wipe them away.
The urge to look at my phone is strong. Half way through my homemade notebook, I finally give in and turn it on. The moment of peace I had is gone because I have to face reality now. I set it on the table and waited for a few minutes, and as I expected, it blows up with notifications.
"Great," I murmur with wracked nerves. Despite having
