He walks away and I don't look at his disappearing figure.
When he is gone I feel my throat choking up and I tears start to roll but I quickly wipe them away. I swallow and feel the pain in my heart and shake my head, looking up. I will not cry, I will not feel.
But see, nowadays I am not so good in compartmentalizing. Eventually, it all crumbles down. I no longer not feel, I feel it when it happens. I can feel my wounded heart feel the brute of it when chase walks away after he just said that.
I don't know what I expected, I keep doing this to myself. It's like I am addicted to the pain, the heartaches. But I am not. No one wants their heart feel like this.
