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After that, everything just went back to normal. The new seriously uncomfortable normal and the Angry Jake, angrier than ever before. He didn’t look at me or talk to me unless it was absolutely necessary. I did the same, but I was thinking of a way to tell him what I couldn’t say when he had asked me. Every time I thought on some way to tell him how I felt like it just sounded wrong in my head, it could be misunderstood, or it could hurt him. I didn’t want to hurt him any more than he already was. The guilt rose in me for each day that passed. He was the one hurt, and I was the one that demanded some air.

A headache sneaked in on me the more I speculated. I was beginning to take painkillers several times a day. If it wasn’t for my lip, then it was for my shoulder, and if it were neither of them, it was for my headache. I didn’t sleep very comfortably. We both laid close to the edge on each side of the king sized bed, as far away from each other a