Jena
I stood still outside the door, looking down the hallway. Am I where I think we are? "I wanted you here in my place. We have been at your place for the past few weeks and I wanted you here. I wanted your scent on my pillows, and your hair on every inch of my house. I wanted you here, but I couldn't really ask you. I hoped you wouldn't mind." John says from behind me. I try to shake off the memories, but the pain, it is clawing at my heart, threatening to rip me apart. I can't breathe and I really need to get out of here. Before I can take a step, I feel his arms wrap around me and I nearly fall apart right there and then. "Just breathe. Don't run away from me, Jena. Just take a deep breath and tell me what you need. Just don't leave me." He says and a tear slips down my cheek. I try
