So, here's the thing.
I wasn't imagining things.
Life f*****g sucks, doesn't it?
Harry came back by the time he said he would, but he was still all awkward and distant. He continued to avoid eye contact. I noticed he tried to maintain a normal conversation at the Uber we shared to the airport, but that weird cold inflection on his voice was still there so to hell with little talk. I preferred to crawl back to my own mind and he didn't seem to mind the silence.
During the one and a half hour I was alone at my parents house, I ran a bath for me, the way I always loved to do when I was younger - a lot of scented foam, bath salts, candles, wine and my favorite playlist on the background. Although it didn't do much to my mind, it helped a lot with all the tension on my body and even though
