112: I Won't

SUNSHINE:

Jericho knew he messed up the moment he saw my expression. It turned sour until it darkened.

His mouth opened and closed until he fell silent.

I clenched my fist and put them on my side.

“You think it’s about Knoxx?” That man who left me? That man who never wanted me? “What do you think of me, Jericho?”

You liar! How could you lie with a straight face?

Isn’t he the reason for all of this? Isn’t he the reason why you could not move on to the present, Sunshine? The other part of my mind asked.

Jericho went to the window, pulled out something from his pocket. A cigarette. As if reminded that I hated the smell of it, he grabbed one stick and snapped it into two.

“It was him. You loved that man,” he insisted.

I lifted my chin, feeling my lips quivered.

I was glad that he was not looking at my direction or he would know that he was right. I loved Knoxx. I loved the man who said he liked me but never loved me. At all.

My chest went heavy.

Fuck.

How long will I continue to dea