Panic had set in. Could I really be losing him? On the tail end of that was paranoia. What if he wasn’t working doubles? What if he was out there doing what needed to be done to get over me? It was that moment, that second of that hour, that a shift happened. If I couldn’t bring him around by way of my repentance, penance, and crucifixion, I’d play on his insecurities. I’d play in the mud and hope for the best. For anything. I’d created a new abyss for us to sink our teeth into.
