Two weeks have passed since the incident, and Marie hasn't been talking to me; she usually spent her weekends with Jennifer, and sometimes she would be in the library.
I wish I could just turn things back to how they used to be before I messed it up. I wanted this distance; I asked for this distance and I got what I deserved. The distance has been killing me; it still is killing me.
Just this morning, I heard her on a call, and it sounded like she was going to meet with someone, but it didn't sound like it was a female she was talking to. The idea of her having to go meet someone was unbearable to me. I couldn't bear to think how He would make her smile for silly reasons. I wanted to be the reason she smiled. I wanted her to feel safe around me. Keeping her safe was enough to make me sick to my stomach. I would not be living in this apartment with her if she had any idea who I really was.
I felt an electric thrum under my skin, like static before a lightning strike.
