*Bianca*
The drawer to my dresser opened easily as I gently pulled on it. My hands mindlessly latched onto fabric, pulling the over-sized t-shirt over my head. In the next drawer, I grabbed a pair of underwear and slid them on.
I climbed into bed gingerly, not feeling angry at all. In that moment, it wasn’t anger that I had felt. It was hurt. A pinch of embarrassment.
I’d just completely put myself out there only to be rejected. Whether he could’ve helped it or not, that was what it had felt like to me. I laid myself bare in front of him, only for him to walk away from me.
I felt like a fool. To think that for just one single fucking moment, I could be more important than whatever it was he was always running to. I never knew when he was going to disappear. And I hated that.
