Lila’s words didn’t sit well. She had developed feelings for me that seemed to grow deeper every day. I didn’t want to think about it, and I wished she’d never said anything.
It left me agitated, the anxiety piling upon me a little more every day.
Her words spurred on the nightmares that terrorized me. They’d morphed. No longer just of my wife, but many starring her.
I didn’t want to put her into harm’s way. That was the whole reason I tried to keep my distance. The problem was that she was just another drug to me, and like all the others, I’d become dependent on her without even knowing it.
I was burning through some of my medication faster than normal just to keep my heart from beating out of my f*****g chest. The stress, the weight of her declaration, was too much for me to handle.
