C h a p t e r T w e n t y
T A Y L O R wanted to sew his own mouth and thrash. He felt the same feelings when he knew that his sister was dead. Lost and hurt. Taylor thought he wouldn't felt that feeling again but the sight of Xander walking away proved him wrong. He felt like an asshole—no, he was indeed an asshole! For falling. For believing. And for crying in a corner of his bathroom and pitying himself.
He was crossing his fingers when he said it and he wished Xander stayed. Or he would prefer for Xander to say mean things to him so he could move on without difficulty but he just walked away without a single word.
Taylor jumped when he heard a soft knock on the door. He stood and washed his face, he knew he couldn't hide that he cried since his eyes were red when he glanced at the mi
