I stared at him from across the room, not talking when he was eating cereal over by the counter when I didn’t touch mine, I was still pissed that he was leaving me, I didn’t want to wait around anymore for him, I got it, he did things and I had started to get that maybe me not knowing was for the better, but I had just come back, and he had put me in his apartment, I really thought that we were going somewhere, not backwards like it felt right now.
“You better f*****g eat Andrea, don’t make me come over there and spoon-feed you because I will.” I just sneered back, sure he would, like he would have the time for it when he was already dressed in jeans and shirt that he had tucked inside his waist, he looked great, and I was sitting here, dressed in my old sweats that he had gotten from my
