I’ve spent hours weeping despite my best efforts to stop. Just knowing I’m crying over a guy has left me feeling pathetic, and that’s not something I’ve ever felt before and I hate it. It’s like it says in that Lee Marvin song, ‘mud can make you prisoner, and the plains can bake you dry. Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry.’
What’s worse is I can’t shake these feelings in the back of my mind. I’m certain they’re not mine, which can only mean they belong to Osiah. I feel rage and a kind of fog. There’s something behind the fog but I just can’t pick up what it is, but it’s dark and if I’m honest, scares me a little bit. I would know for certain what it was if our bond was completed but Osiah made it clear that won’t be happening, not that he bothered to tell me why.
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