I tore at Alex’s sweater, desperately trying to rip it from my body. Getting myself tangled in the process, it turned inside out and I threw it in my laundry basket. I was terrible. How could I have done this? I’d spent the entire day with Alex, thinking about Alex and I should have been here. I should have come here first. And I’d been wearing Alex’s stupid sweater all day at school, Onyx could’ve seen me. Oh my god, he could hate me right now, he could think I’m just moving on. What if he just moved on? Is this what I wanted? You did this to yourself!
My thoughts were spinning out of control and I found myself lying on my bedroom floor, staring up at the dark ceiling. Had I missed him? Did he come tonight? Did he even still care? I don’t know how long I laid there for until I’d fallen a
