I went to bed that night with a heavy heart and a lot on my mind. Should I have told him the complete truth? Is it wrong for me to with hold that from him? Doesn't he have the right to know? And if I do tell him, then what? What happened then? He won't view me the same. He would be heart broken, and eventually hate me. Gahhh! I wish I was back in New York. I wish I was cuddled up on my couch with Oso, ignoring the world. But I'm not. I'm here. In California. Supporting my brother and my best friend.
My phone buzzed, letting me know I had a text. I blew out a breath and rolled over, pulling the sheets down from my face. I hadn't even realized it was morning. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, shining off the dust and debri that flew around. I really need to re clean this room.
