I had spent all night sobbing in my bed, sick to my stomach, and gasping for air. I had clutched to my parents' photo and begged to be let go. I had prayed to turn back time and take back ever posting myself on that site. Michael had been a complete asshole the night before and I was now more confused than ever about him. Did he really think those words that he had said or was he just trying to prove a point? I had run from the room before he could explain himself further to me.
I slipped out of my room and made my way down the stairs. I gasped as I froze at the foot of the stairs, staring at a sniffing Michael.
He was hunched over, slowly stirring a cup of coffee with a spoon, with a hoodie pulled over his head. My gaze ran along the kitchen island and took in the fresh fruit, croissant
