Every word that I’m terrified might be true. Slow inhale. I can’t take him acting like this, so caring, while I’m lying to him. He’s being sweet and I’m being deceitful, and it makes me feel like the worst kind of human garbage. Axel doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve a broken girl, with her broken heart and broken feelings. A tear escapes my eye, slipping down and soaking into my pillow. I need to do better. Or I need to let him go. I can’t drag him down into my misery.
