MADISON
I'm stuck in that damn unhelpful breathing thing that does nothing but amplify my aimless thoughts. Everything I see is tinged with red in my vision.
Caleb left an hour ago, yet I'm still unable to react to anything he told me or the thoughts I've tried to bury since morning.
Caden, Caden, Caden. It's always about him. I long for a world without his tempting eyes, the mesmerizing sound of his perfect voice, the irresistible pull of those soft lips. I yearn for a world without Caden's elusive scent, a flavor no one can compete to a quarter of, the warmth of his body when he uses it to intimidate me. Perhaps I crave a world where I understand that abstract feeling. Or maybe I just want a world where I have all the package, along with a caring stepbrother, like everyone else.
Righ
