My heart hurts and my head is spinning, but I don't know why. Whatever that freak did to me made my heart heart at the sight of his sadness and worry. I don't want to see that look on his face. I don't want to see him again. It's probably for the best anyway. No-one is safe around me. No-one could ever... care about me.
I feel a tear slide down my cheek. Damn. This is gonna be hard.
For the next few days I sit in my room and think to myself, which boss doesn't mind because he hates my guts. I sit in my room thinking about him. The other me. The better me. He looked happy before I came along. He had it perfect. I wish I had his life, his friend, his family, him...
I can't stop myself from crying. I want to see him again. My heart aches to see him. To hear him. But why?