"Wrapped in a fluffy robe after a hot shower, I stare at my clean face in the bathroom mirror; it s tear-stained and pale. I downed some pain killers before I got in here, in a bid to combat the beginning of a hangover and feel completely wiped out. I don t even know if he is still in my room, or if he has gone to see Natasha, and I am not sure how I feel either way. I m crazily disconnected inside, that none of this is real and no closer to a decision at all."
"I still love him; I can t deny that. Last night was incredibly stupid and most likely alcohol-fueled. The during was not exactly how I thought it would be, but then, part of me knows it s because I no longer trust him like I once did. He hurt me in ways that really screwed my head up and last night proved I no longer felt sec
