Like A Forbidden Love Letter.

All day, my mind has been a shambles.

I have repeatedly replayed the conversations I had with Janice and Bernadette in my head, wishing I had the confidence to tell them where to go.

I should have slapped Janice harder in the face so that my handprint would remain on her cheek for many days and cause her to remember me every time she looked in the mirror.

But that's not who I am.

Furthermore, I want to cry for Tobias's brother, Sawyer, whose existence I was unaware of until last night. Two lives were lost that night, but it appears that only one was mourned, and the other was merely a dirty secret that had to be concealed.

They are the stains that ruin the lives of innocent people trying to make something out of nothing.

I grit my teeth, irritated at the way Janice makes me feel.

My heart has never felt so heavy with grief, yet simultaneously liberated from the shackles of torment and lies. It should confuse me, but my heart desires Tobias, so it doesn't.

It pains me to know t