JORDAN
The drive down to the office was like death to me. Nothing else could be seen, not the roads, not the drivers, not the cars or the buildings. It should not have hurt so much, it should not have felt so terrible yet it did. She had absolutely no place in my heart and simply should not affect me as much but it did anyway and that was why I felt so angry. I had thought of running back to her when she left my room. I had thought of taking back my words and telling her that I did not mean any of those things I said, not just because we were in a good place but because I could not afford to return to the familiar darkness that I could feel creeping in. But I did nothing of that sort and watched her go away leaving behind the emptiness and the gentle fragrance of her scent.
I wanted to
