The next day, I found myself standing in a shop I did not afford to be in. My hands were in my mouth, chewing and chewing on my nails as my heart drummed. My head was screaming for me not to even dare yet when had I ever listened to my head. My weight shifted from foot to foot like I had done the last twenty minutes of standing there. I shook my head, the decision having been long made with the devil keeping me on standstill at that point. I shook my head again and sighed. I was sure they thought I was stealing in the shop at that point.
I turned and walked away but found myself going back to the machine. The debate was going on in my head yet it was futile for the end result was already known. I cursed at myself for being so selfish at a time like that. My hand came to grab on my nec
