I am a terrible person. I know it's true, you don't have to tell me. But I can't help my feelings. I can't control the flutter I get in my stomach every time he's around. I can't control the blush that takes over my face every time he smiles at me. And I can't control the stutter I make whenever he asks me a question. It just happens before I can stop it. I'm in love with my best friend. I'm in love with my boyfriend's best friend. I know. I am a terrible person.
SEQUEL: Mess You Made
There's nothing where he used to lie. My inspiration has run dry. That's what's going on. The dreary air above me was moist with the aftereffects of the rain, the wet, wet rain that I have endured since I got here eleven months and twenty-nine days ago. Donβt worry, I wasnβt counting or anything. Tomorrow will be the one year anniversary of the day I ran. Nothing's fine, I'm torn.
