Confession #18: Thank God I answered that call.
Two weeks of hell followed that night.
Why? Because I actually did the right thing. I stayed away from Reese. And it was more miserable than I thought it would be.
I missed her. I missed sitting next to her at lunch and talking to her and teasing her and stealing her food. I even missed her when I did my damn calculus homework, sure she’d give me a hard time for every equation I calculated wrong. I missed her sweet pea scent and her full, open laugh. And I missed that feeling of peace she brought me. I just missed her.
I knew I should follow her advice and look for my own light inside myself to escape the misery, but damn, it was really f*****g dark in there. Without her glow nearby, it was hard to see anything but the black I’d stupidly
