"Can you explain why you're so upset? I don't want to downplay your emotions, and I'm confused", Ryan asked me gently as he pulled out of the parking lot. I just shuffled my slightly swollen feet and didn't answer him. I was frustrated with him, and nothing I said would be nice.
"Tiera," he prompted as he pulled into my apartment complex. I ignored him, snatching my door open and heading towards my home. He stood next to his car, lost. He didn't understand what he did, how he had steamrolled my life in the last 72 hours. I should explain, but I couldn't.
"Do you want me to come back later?" he shouted before I disappeared inside. Right now, no, I didn't. I shook my head at him. Barely holding back a sob, I told him I would text him before closing the door. It took a while before I hear
