I stared at the building coming up in the distance and felt sick, f**k. I had forgotten about that part. me not ever setting my foot inside that apartment again, I just had been so focused on Jonah and that I missed him, making me completely forget that there was a reason I was running away, from him, from this life that this building came with. People treating me like s**t.
I still didn’t say a word when the car came to a stop and he just walked out and opened the door for me, making me swallow the hard lump in my throat seeing the kind eyes of him. He was nothing like Jonah, he seemed to be warm and kind. It was nice.
I was limping out when I had my arm around his waist, it felt weird and I didn’t like it, being so close to another guy that wasn’t Jonah.
He felt different too… I mean
