Perhaps if I get rid of the very reminders of her, then the guilt weighing on my shoulders will disappear as well, which is why I make a split-second decision to text her. Me You left your guitar and a few things here. Do you want to meet me somewhere so I can give them to you? I spend the next five minutes waiting for a reply, only to find myself annoyed when she leaves me on read. Me Nico claimed your water bottle as his own now, so good luck trying to get it back. I groan at how pathetic I sound.
