Storm
A week had passed since that day she knew everything. It had been a week of hell and alcohol in my room. I was alone. I shut down everyone, including my friends who tried to contact me. It wasn't that I was mad at them. I just didn't want anybody's company at the moment. I ignored everyone's calls. I got mad at anyone in the house easily when they tried to knock on my door. I was a mess. I couldn't remember the last time I had a proper meal and a nice cold shower. I skip classes. I've been absent during the days when we have the same class.
I'm a coward.
I was too guilty and ashamed of letting myself show up to her. I was that embarrassed. I felt so stupid, probably more than that. I was an i***t. She didn't deserve it.
I don't deserve her.
Just the thought of it made me blink
