~Lewis~
One thing I'm certain of is that after two months of thinking he was dead has made me reflect on everything. Everything I put him through. All the pain I caused him. How I made him feel suffocated with my obsession and possessive selfish self. Two months of having the guilt eat me bitterly slowly have taught me so many lessons.
Yet, right now, I feel like utter garbage. I sense his worth is far above mine. The way he looks at me, as if I'm a disease he'd move heaven and Earth to avoid, confirms how much he regrets choosing me and how I'm the last person he wants to see. I swallow my pride, watching him shower Leo with kisses and sweet words in Spanish.
That should be me.
Even though being ignored hurts so much, I can't compel my legs to turn and move, to rid myself of the inner
