#Chapter67
/"Micah asked me if I wanted to go out with him and the others on Friday because I keep blowing them off,/" I said softly. I didn't need to tell him that but I couldn't bear to let the car fall back into silence.
I didn't want to give the thoughts in my head a chance to get too loud. They were already whining and unremitting. They tangoed with my insecurities, forcing the webbed hands of fear to grab hold of my heart.
Even though my lungs filled with air, I could barely breathe. All I could think about was what nonsense I had just agreed to. It was too late to take it back; I wasn't sure I wanted to take it back.
