As I gazed outside the huge window of Travis' apartment building gazing down at the busy roads below me, I couldn't help but recall the look upon Travis face when I confronted him. In truth, seeing him in such a vulnerable state scared me as I was unable to read his expression due to the complete darkness within the apartment. All I wanted to know was what was happening to him. Was he okay? Had I ever truly hurt him? I couldn't understand why, but the idea that I could have made him cry or feel upset just sent an involuntary shiver down my spine; my stomach tightened with anxiety, threatening to make my insides churn with worry.
After I finished staring down at the streets in silence for hours, I finally forced myself to take a look around and check my surroundings. Everything looked the
