Chapter 69. I Can’t See Him

I can pick up on the hesitation, the agony in his tone, and I sigh heavily. Madness wavering because I’m a fool when it comes to him sounding like this, this boy, and against all my better judgments, I soften my tone when I should cut him off instead.

Why are you reaching out? We both know what you’re going to do. Can we just not do this?

He’s killing me, making all those emotions spiral up and mess with me all over again, and I need to be stronger than this. I need to bring back the bite to my voice, the steel to my resolve, and end this before making myself even more confused.

I can’t seem to stop myself. I can only go so long, and the need to see you or hear you gets too much. I have no willpower when it comes to you.

Back to his hot-cold bullshit, and I know if I let myself get drawn in again, it will only go like every other time. After a couple of days of pulling close and then, he backs off and leaves me feeling desolate again. I get