The cold shoulder from Presley was not fun. I had witnessed many people receive it in our time together at college, but I had been lucky up until this point and had never been on the receiving end. Sadly, today, I had crossed that line with her, and now I was unsure there was no going back. The aura she was emanating was cold. Angry. I knew she was not ready to talk. And that was nobody's fault but my own...
We stepped from the house onto the garden path. As we began walking toward the main path, Presley separated herself from me. No longer walking by my side. She chose to walk away from me as we left my family home. This was a sign itself, I think. While she was still walking with me, she was distant from me. I knew I was better to stay silent. Even trying to explain myself was likely t
