Douglas entered his aunt’s house and he was beyond furious with himself that he had let Scarlet go. He sat in his aunt’s lounge over thinking and replying that moment in which he kissed Scarlet, the image replayed itself in his head over and over again.
How could you have let her go like that? Douglas mentally asked himself, he knew that he should have gone after Scarlet and tried to fix things with her. Douglas calmed himself, images of Scarlet being mad at him flashed in his mind and he smiled. Douglas knew that he sounded like an i***t, thinking about a woman who probably felt nothing for him, a woman who probably thought that he was strange.
Douglas knew what the rest of the town thought about him, he was no stranger to the weird and sometimes-pitying looks the town folks gave him an
