“Where are you going?” Her voice gives her distress away, making my stomach churn. “This was a terrible idea.” I keep my tone flat. Emotionless. No room for misinterpretation about where I stand on the asshole spectrum. “What?” “You. Me… We were a mistake.” She flinches, adding to the dark cloud of hatred following me everywhere I go. A feeling of self-loathing that I’m all too familiar with, and one that will eat away at me until all I’m left with are a bunch of regrets, but none as big as this one. I can feel it from the very first step I take.
