Karla Smith.
As soon as I get out of the car I try with all my willpower not to look back. I know that if my gaze returns to those sad eyes, all the effort I've been mustering will be gone and I can't afford that. For once I have to agree with Aradia because this boy weakens me in the worst possible way.
Tears of pain and helplessness slide down my cheeks and for the thousandth time I wonder what the hell I'm doing with my life. She is right; I know very well that I cannot run away from my problems, that at some point I will have to face them, but I am not ready for that yet. I need more time.
With every step I take, I feel worse, weaker, sadder.
How could I allow that man to be the reason for my weakness?
My heart aches and I don't know what to do to make the pain stop. With a bitter
