“My bad, shorty. You know how immature I am.” His sarcasm cuts me deeper than I wanna admit to myself. Before I even realize what’s happening, the tears are streaming, hot and shameful. My chest heaves with sobs I’ve been choking back ever since yesterday when he walked into the forest and didn't come out for hours. I thought he was lost forever, that he'd left me to fend for myself in this strange place. I don’t want him to see me like this, to get the satisfaction of knowing he affected me, but I can’t stop.
better time than never…poor ari
