Spencer
I understand Blythe's plea against my will. If she hadn't met up with her mom our plans would still be on. I cannot blame her for wanting to take a different route. I cannot blame her for wanting to run for the hills and leave all of us behind.
She lays beside me, naked, twisted in my sheets. She calls me her friend but I know we are more than that. I also know we can't be together because she has made that abundantly clear to me. My heart is broken but I know better than to voice that to her. My head is clearer than hers—I know what I want but she's spinning all over the place. Dizzying herself up. She wants one thing and that is not me.
She did not lead me on. She expressed her hesitations and appeased me because it benefitted her at the same time. She had believed we would
