#Chapter72
I feel like he just ripped out every part of me inside, and yet like some deranged teenage girl I still walk towards him in a bid to get his attention. Craving him, longing for some sort of show that I mean something. All self-respect sliding away with the last ounces of my dignity, and yet I can’t stop my feet from taking me towards him. I know I’m being pathetic and breaking all the rules and codes of the boy-girl game but I need him to acknowledge me.
He owes it to me after what we had, and I deserve to be treated like a human, someone with feelings and worth, not some sort of disposable object without any value in his eyes.
