I felt odd.
There was this pins-and-needles sensation on my scalp and my hands felt numb.
I told her I wanted to listen, but I wasn't prepared for what she had to say.
For days, I tried not to think about somebody else inside of her while he was wearing my skin. And now what?
I was wrong and I was right.
She wasn't the one who kept confusing me with somebody else, I was. Not a spoiled brat who was about to throw away a relationship because things got too tough for her.
No.
She had thought it over, this was in no way unplanned. This was much worse than what I thought it was.
She was serious when she asked for a breakup.
Just moments ago, I bragged about feeling perfectly normal. But right now, my body felt flammable all over again. I moved up and away from her, if she was to even breathe in the wrong way next to me. I felt like I could catch fire and then burn this place down.
"Theo," Her voice sounded too monotone, and I was glad I put some distance between us.
