CADEN
"I wish for you to let yourself feel something that isn't hatred someday," she said and left the car just as I asked her to.
But the truth is I didn't want her to leave. I didn't want the moment we had to end, but she had to go and bring the L-word in.
I wanted to stay in the car, away from her, but the car smelled like her. Yes, she was in here for twenty-four hours, so the car was suffocating me right now.
I needed air, and the only way to breathe was in my own space, my bedroom.
Hissing, I climbed out of the car, slammed the door, and followed behind her.
From a distance, she seemed despaired and exhausted from my s**t.
Haven't I hurt her enough?
Maybe following her to California was a wrong decision. This still makes sense, for instance, she got into an accident last week
