Pulling the sleeves of my jumper down over my hands, I shivered from the cold as my gaze raked over my bedroom floor, eyes searching for the familiar key ring. Don’t do it, my pride warned. Don’t be so desperate. Oh my god, do it! my heart encouraged. You know he still loves us. Eyes landing on my car keys, I quickly snatched them up and hurried out of my room. Yay, you’re going to do it, my heart cheered. You can leave me at the door, my pride declared, checking out on me. This is beyond pathetic.
