#Chapter294
The guilt is like a heavy weight, pushing me to the floor, making my lungs constrict painfully. I can’t look at him, listen to him for fear that I may break into a thousand pieces at how much I have hurt him.
I don’t need it right now. I want to get out of here and leave all this behind us for once and for all. To run and get away from it. To forget all of it and start over.
That’s what I do, that’s how I face things, right? I run, I push it down, all away to the back of my mind and start my life on a new foot, trying so hard to put it all in the past.
Paris has been one year long life destroyer, and I am so done with this city.
I shrug out of his arms and move away.
/"I’m fine…I want to go home… Right now./" I sound cold and unemotional. I move to my wardrobe and haul out my case. He watches me with that stubborn jut of the chin and determined air and slumps down on the edge of the bed in a defeatist way that is so unlike him.
