I packed up my clothes and the few other items I had brought on this trip. I didn’t have a lot of stuff with me, since it was supposed to be a short trip, instead of what it turned into. It felt a little odd knowing I was leaving, and I wouldn’t be welcomed back.
A sharp pain radiated through my chest at that thought. Jori hated me, and I didn’t blame him. I was consumed with guilt from how the conversation had gone down. I wanted to sit down with Jori and explain everything to him. I wanted to tell him that I still cared about him, but I had to be true to my heart.
Everything with Mark made me lose focus on staying neutral, and Jori saw that. I let out a long sigh. Even if I had sat down and talked to Jori the way I wanted to, it likely wouldn’t have mattered. Rejection was difficult.
