I lost track of how long I had just stood there, taking the time to acknowledge my thoughts and the way that I was feeling. It felt so unnatural. Not only had I rarely had the opportunity to do such, but I had rarely been in a position where I needed to analyse my emotions. Growing up around my mother and father and the way that they had raised me, the only emotion worth feeling was anger and irritation.
Letting out a rather loud sigh, I turned back around and started to walk in the direction that I had originally come from, wondering if I would find Matthew along the way. I doubted it. He wouldn’t have come to look for me. Not after what had happened outside of that place. I had seen it in his eyes—in the way that he had looked at me before he had left.
He wasn’t going to come after me,
