He didn't say a word, like something had clicked in his head, tears started trailing down my face as he left as fast as he came. I took deep breaths, finally feeling like I could breathe again, I tried to calm my aching chest, clutching it in my hand as I stumbled my way to my bed, phone in hand.
I curled up in a ball, internally panicking, tears still streaming from my eyes.
I couldn't recognize myself anymore, I wasn't like this, not wimpy or down to earth, but I was scared. I was terrified of what I saw, his demeanor seemed to take to a more dangerous turn, making my knees buckle with fear. I was scared to face him now but I had to eventually.
“I am going to head up to his room, yes, I am!” I tried to convince myself, “barge through that door and ask ‘what the f**k?’” I repeatedly
