SOLAYNE
It was two a.m.
That was nine hours since I last saw Marshall.
I couldn't sleep no matter how hard I tried. Kept pacing the balcony of my room, phone in hand.
I had called him so many times it was starting to feel like I was running a hotline.
Maybe he was gone, like he was the other time. I should be used to it, shouldn't I?
So, what about it was so unsettling?
Or was it the words I said, telling him I'd rather not have anything to do with this version of him?
Well, that version of him terrified me and everyone around him, I was sure. He constantly acted like he was pissed at everyone, like we all irritated him.
But it didn't mean I hated him or wanted him to go f**k himself. I just wanted him to be better.
I dipped my fingers into my long hair. s**t. Maybe I shouldn't h
