Lying to yourself hurts more
We sat in his car in complete silence, parked in front of my house. We got here ten minutes ago but none of us said a word since we got here. Well, I didn't know what to say or what words to use. What we did was…I leaned in the seat while running my hands through my hair, sighing in frustration.
Why is this so complicated?! Why can't my mind process it? Why deny it? Because you're still hurt and can't forgive him even though you want to.
We were in a deep mess.
"Alexa..." Max started to say but I cut him off. "You know what? We better not talk about this, okay?" I shook my head, taking my hands out of my hair. "Let's just pretend that this night never happened." I said before opening the door, running to my house.
