My heart grows heavier with each step I take away from Greer, but I can’t bear to see the concern in her gaze as she tries to lure me into conversation. I can’t handle the caring way she’d reach over and squeeze my arm. It’s odd, isn’t it? The very thing I want and need right now, love and affection, is the one thing I can’t handle. Maybe one day, I’ll be a better man.
