Scarlett
Lost.
That was what I had been feeling since he left two days ago. It was pure tortûre. Nothing seemed to feel okay without him. I was lost and incomplete. I swàllowed the rush of tears as I recalled the words I had said to him, “I don’t want you in my life.” What if he won’t come back? The thought only made my heart feel heavy and I don’t think I’d be able to even take a breath in if that fear became real. Right now, I was just hoping that he was angry and he’d come back. But with two days gone, that hope was slowly dwindling into nothing.
With him gone, I once again felt like the little girl Mrs Wilson had brought to her house. The little girl she had left in all girls' school. Lost and scared. There were no green eyes to tether me and hold me down with their intensity. Ther
