Sofie
Friday, I find my new seat as Professor Mafferty writes instructions on the board. I stare at them blankly wishing for a time machine or a black hole. I hear a chime on my phone and absentmindedly look down at it. It’s Webb. Sofie please. I’m so very sorry. I never meant for it to happen. I’m worried about you.
Without thinking I look up and see him standing across the room. He swallows hard. He looks tired and defeated. But I can’t feel sorry for him right now. My own pain is too much. I look back down at my lap as I burrow into my sweatshirt more.
I find myself glancing at him though. He looks exhausted. Maybe we can talk. He isn’t Levi. He appears as miserable as I am. I open the phone to text him. Webb, I won’t run if you want to talk this weekend.
Because I did run. Provin
