It was a fog impossible to fight through, but more than anything and at the root of it all — I hated myself. Because all it had taken to show my true, dark, and fucked-up morals was one trip back home. And one thing I knew for sure, one truth swimming low and acidic in my gut, was that I had to call Jacob tomorrow. And I had to break up with him. It didn’t matter that Tyler had a girlfriend, that our time had passed, that we would never be together. It didn’t matter that, surely, it was being here that was messing with my mind, and had I stayed in California, none of this would have happened.
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