Chapter 38

She was curled up on the couch, sobbing into her large sweater with eyes trained on the tv when a knock came. Why couldn't everybody leave her alone?! She planned on ignoring it till whomever it was went away, but the thought of it being either Sherlie or Colby caused her to get off the couch and reluctantly trudge to the door. She pulled it open and came face to face with a chest. Not Sherlie. She rose her head and saw his ocean blue eyes. Not Colby, either. She watched his brows furrow in concern and drew her lower lip into her mouth. The mood changes that came with her monthly cycle was an instrument of shame, that was for sure. There she stood, fighting off a torrent of tears for something she wouldn't have thought of for more than a few minutes on a normal day.

"Elizabeth, what's wrong?"

Why did he sound so gentle? He was more than fine with making her feel low a few hours ago.

"Nothing," she bit out, not meaning to sound so snarky, but also proud that she didn't sound shaky.

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