He’s not going to come back. The thought was inescapable and I’d been drowning in it all morning. I’d told him not to this time. How could I have done that? Knowing his true identity or not, my nights with Onyx were the best moments of my week and now I’d gone and blown our relationship to pieces; if I could even call us that. My heart felt torn in half, part of me was angry that he was hiding so much from me, but the other half broken at the idea that I may never see him again.
My phone burned a hole in my pocket as I walked through the hallways at school. Scanning every face I passed by, I wondered if it could be him. I wondered if he was watching me as eagerly as I was searching for him. I could call him, text him, I needed to apologize. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. My eyes c
