Please Don't Go (The Midnight Strike, #1)

by E. Salvador

When he notices, I stop. Nothing horrible or traumatic happened to me, but I hate talking about those years. The loneliness.

It’s weird how silence can feel so loud, so suffocating, so isolating.

Because as stupid as it’s going to sound, I want to hear someone say it again. Someone to say how much they like being around me.

My grumpy girl.

I don’t want to die, but I don’t want to be sad. I can’t let myself spiral. I just can’t.

The endless loop has returned. I don’t know how to get out of it, and it’s driving me crazy. I’m stuck between screaming, crying, or doing nothing.