Goddess, these last couple of weeks have been awful. I knew when I woke up things would be hard. I thought being around Kasyn would be the most difficult, but...
Mom's funeral was by far the worst.
To be honest, having Kasyn around has helped if anything. I will not admit that out loud to anyone right now, and I am extremely angry about it. Stupid di.ckface leaves me twice, says all those awful things to me, and then comes back like nothing ever mattered in the first place.
I hate that Kasyn is easily able to give me comfort. I've refused to even look at him, let alone talk to him. Yet, he still hovers, still tries. As much as I hate it all... I'm glad he stayed a little closer to me the day we burned my mother's body.
I don't think I would have gotten through it if Kasyn wasn't right
