*Amber*
Lying in bed and staring at the dirty and holed ceiling don't exactly help when you are already in a bad mood. The empty grey walls, the whole place makes me depressed. So I close my eyes. Not that it is any better, because there is the pictures I don't want to see, pictures of Clay with that little blonde.
I have avoided him for three days now. I have taken all the sales shifts and spent my evenings at the club behind the bar. If I am forced to be at home at the same time as him, I stay in my room.
"Amber ?" I had heard the door open, but I don't open my eyes to check if it is him. I feel the bed dip, when he sit down next to me. I don't dare open my eyes and see his face, see those eyes.
"We need to talk". I feel his hand gently rubbing my arm. "The other day.. I didn't reali
