KIA
When we got home, he didn't really talk to me or ask about my day. He barely even glanced in my direction. I couldn't help but wonder what might be bothering him. It's starting to weigh on me, and maybe I should talk to him about it. But first, I need to take a shower. I still feel like Vincent's touch lingers on my body. So, I headed straight to the bathroom to freshen up.
As I showered, my mind was inundated with random thoughts, running incessantly even though I didn't consciously summon them. I found myself grappling with numerous questions. Why is it that the people you love sometimes destroy your trust, only to later crave its restoration when you've already started healing and moving forward with your life? Do they derive pleasure from disturbing your peace of mind? How can th
