Chapter 77. It Doesn't Have to Be Complicated

Cry. Regret things. Blame herself. Recall the good and fun times. The memories they made.

Feel sorry for him and herself. Regret how it ended. Then cry her eyes out all over again...

The stupid cycle went on and on, keeping her locked up in her room, just depleting what's left of her will and energy.

Then the the doorbell rang. The low-pitched, almost ominous noise echoed around the house.  It broke off the tense silence around her. But maybe it was just her who felt tense.

That confident, determined look on his face just...

"Shit." Why now?

Why did he have to be here? How long had he been waiting out there?

In the dark. By himself. And for what? For her to change her mind?

When he rang the doorbell again, Jessi froze on the floor. Her mind switched back to full alert, her ragged breaths put on pause. The nerve-wracking thoughts in her foggy head wrenched tight knots of anxiety inside of her, making her forget about sleep and her