Nathan
I'm lying in my bed, ignoring my phone that is pinging with what must be another message from Aubrey. She tried to kiss me yesterday, but my body moved out of instinct, and I avoided her lips.
Why did I do that?
At least Aubrey isn't afraid to tell me how she feels. Unlike someone else who is giving me notes instead of talking to me...
Annoyed, I turn around and look over at my windowsill.
The crumbled note Alice gave me is there. I haven't opened it yet out of fear of disappointment—what if it's just a mysterious quote? I'm guilty of giving her one myself.
I let out a tired sigh. "Why can't you just tell me how you feel, Alice? It would make things easier because... Because simply drawing me on paper isn't enough... Notes aren't either..."
Why is everything so complicated
