~*JUNE*~
Seeing Andrew sends a strange feeling rippling through my chest—one I don't expect.
It isn't longing. It isn't shock.
It certainly isn’t the desperate, soul-crushing ache I've spent months bracing myself to feel the second I see him again.
No.
It's annoyance.
Pure, unfiltered, bone-deep annoyance that surges through my veins like someone has lit a fuse beneath my skin.
For weeks, I've been avoiding Andrew—taking different routes, steering clear of places he might be, and even stopped going to my favorite coffee shop because he frequents it—all because I'm terrified of this exact moment.
Terrified that seeing him will undo me.
That one look at his face will send me spiraling back into that desperate, heartbroken girl who can't imagine existing without him.
Because I used
