Summer closed the door behind her. She came into the lounge and placed a large bouquet of flowers on my lap. They appeared to be within a hatbox. A mixture of blue and purple flowers. All so beautiful. I looked at her, a frown on my face.
“You are too harsh on him.” she tells me with a shake of her head.
I put the flowers onto the floor, by my feet. “I don’t want to talk about it.” I go to stand up, but she grabs my hand.
“You mean you want to avoid it?” she pushes me.
“Sum, please, just leave it. He should have known me better than that. I have enough crap going on right now.” I snapped.
“He knows that Liv, he literally just told me that. Said he was stupid, that jealousy got the better of him, and took over all logic. I get that. Does it make it right? No. But I do get it. He is st
