LORENZO’S P.O.V.
Her words stuck with me for the rest of the night. I watched her climb into the massive bed and every fiber in my being wanted to climb in behind her but I didn’t. I forced myself onto the uncomfortable couch and I watched her. I listened to her soft snores all night and I watched the steady rise and fall of her chest all the while asking myself if it was worth it.
Was the anger worth it? The pain, the hurt, the grudge that I was holding onto... were they worth it? Was I cheating myself out of something potentially better by refusing to forgive? I knew that she felt like she was doing the right thing. Whether or not it was the right thing was another topic entirely but I didn’t know how to overlook things. It just wasn’t in my nature.
By the time I got off the couch the
