Philippe
I'm in my office. Since Friday, when I saw Darling and kissed her, I can't stop thinking about it.
As soon as I arrived, I locked myself in my room. I'm sure Marguerite would have taken advantage of my state if she had discovered it.
I woke up wrestling with guilt, and I did nothing but keep my distance from her because I needed my space.
She understood and went to her parents' house yesterday. I was grateful to see her leave, and it reassured me to know she would be safe with them. I've spent the whole weekend thinking about how to apologize.
What was I thinking; how did I approach her while drunk? I didn't consider the consequences of my actions, and now she hates me.
Since when do I care? That question comes to my mind, and I don't know the answer.
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