Amber knew the others were barely hanging on by a thread; she knew she had to tell someone that he was back in her life, or well, trying to be, but she didn’t have the energy to leave her room anymore; all she wanted to do was sleep and hope he would leave her as he had done once before. She thought she had healed, that this was no longer an issue, but she couldn’t face him and act like everything was okay. It had taken her years to finally somewhat overcome her abandonment issues, and she knew him, like she knew her own mind, he would not stick around, and she would have to pick up the pieces again.
She curled deeper into her bed. Her phone was ringing. Even though she had thrown it across the room the other day, it still had some battery left, and the call echoed through her room, pierc
