Seventy Six

I entered the empty toilet cubicle, and closed the door slowly. I sat in the closet with my ragged breath. I don't know what I'm doing, why should I run away from him when I've done absolutely nothing wrong. The last time we parted was punctuated by an ominous aura, but I didn't think I should run from him and avoid him to the point where it had to be like this. Maybe my instincts like wanting to be preyed on immediately took over.

I took a breath, held my breath for a few seconds, and let it out slowly.

This is really cowardly.

I'm a coward.

Instead of avoiding him, I should talk to him kindly and use my logic. Told him that I was getting engaged to Reagan, and then ended whatever relationship we had and didn't have. It had to be done before I fell deeper for him, and gave up my heart for him to hurt.

I did give up on that before. I just want to enjoy my time with him because it makes me happy. Stop denying anything because it keeps me from being free and makes me depressed. Trying t