f**k, Elliot. I couldn’t sleep.
His voice kept replaying inside my head like a freaking broken record. My mind can’t even have a break. This is so frustrating.
I tossed and turned on the bed while trying to forget how he sounded when he called me on the phone. How the hell did he know my number? Why the hell is he talking to me like that? As far as I could remember, he was the one who pushed me away.
I don’t want to make it a big deal but I would be lying to myself if I said that it isn’t. It is a big deal. When it comes to Elliot, no matter how stupid and f****d up he could be at times, he will always be a big deal to me.
I sighed hard before shouting into my pillow. I am beyond frustrated. This isn’t what I should be doing in my first night back but it’s funny because here I am. D
