As we drive back to the mansion, I feel exhaustion sweeping over me as I ride in the back of the car trying not to fall asleep. I anxiously fiddle with my phone, waiting for Madison to text like she usually does after one of our days together.
But the screen still shows our conversation from hours ago. Thinking my life might've scared her from my life, I turn my attention elsewhere and stare out the window at the multi-colored sky. A pang of sadness begins to percolate inside of me.
I twirl my phone in my hand, not focusing on the view in front of me. Just my phone's reflection in the tinted window. The only love that I managed to earn might've been strained thanks to my recklessness to spill a secret big as that.
Even if it wasn't the full truth, it still affected her as if I had told
