75: Let Go

It was very late at night, and I couldn’t sleep. Zion lay on the other end of the bed, keeping his distance from me because he thought that was what I needed when it was the opposite right now.

My eyes admired the moon that shone into the room from the opened window, illuminating the room and making my dead skin glow.

I shuffled a bit backwards towards Zion, itching for a bit of comfort that his presence brought me. I needed more than he was giving; I wanted him to hold me, love me, and comfort me. I needed him to pull me out of the dark well my thoughts were dragging me beneath.

As I lay there, idle and restless, my mind traveled back to Zuri’s words. I couldn’t blame her for telling me to stay away. She was right, and I’ll probably do the same, but it didn’t stop the agonizing feeling deep in my gut.

It was so much to stomach and accept. The man I had admired all my life was not who I thought he was, and Zuri was going to be a hurtful reminder as long as I saw her, or vice versa.

Te