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Disappointment carries a heavy weight. I could feel it in Sebastian's gaze and how distant he felt when he spoke. So, our night and our morning were not filled with talk. There was no hurling of jibes and arguments, and the atmosphere descended into coldness.

Well, I didn't want to do anything about it. I didn't want to think of a solution to his change in attitude or try. I don't. This kind of person is better for my mental health. That might make my feelings a little upset, but I ignored the urgency of my feelings and went back to the usual practice of relying on my logic for everything so that I wouldn't find myself again trapped in the same maze that would make me end up in pain because of him.

That's good. That makes sense. And it was a necessary thing. He wasn't going to screw me over. So, I was still going to serve him like bitches always do: shut up and take it all. After all, I was really fed up with his fickle and unpredictable behavior. But I wasn't going to let that ruin m