-HER-
Almost a week has passed.
We haven't talked again. He is doing as I asked him to. He is keeping his distance, not even looking at me. It feels like I don't exist anymore.
Surprisingly, it bothers me. No matter how much he seems distant, I could always feel the pull, gravitating me towards him. It's so strong and powerful, I can't be oblivious to it.
I have passed him many times in the pack house but he didn't even spare me a glance. I thought of going to him and talking but my coward ass doesn't allow me to do so. I don't have the guts to face him.
I wanted to stay away from him but now, when he is away, I don't like it. I hate to admit that I hate it. I hate the distance. I hate being ignored. I guess this is how he felt when I used to do it. I admit it that a part of me crave
