It's been two days.
Two days, and still, Dominic hasn't given up on trying to get me to talk to him yet.
I haven't cried. Not a single tear made its way out of the corner of my eye during this whole time. I wasn't sad, nor was I depressed.
I was cold.
That's what happened when I got hurt. I didn't break down and close within myself. I became detached and devoid of any feeling, keeping all the wrong emotions at bay. It was my defence system, I think. That's how I protected myself from getting hurt again.
"I swear, if he doesn't stop it, I'm going to move out." Sierra threatened, staring at the door with murder in her eyes.
"I'm going to go with you." I murmured, sliding lower on the couch.
We were sitting in the living room, drinking tea and watching FRIENDS re-runs. In one word, eve
