#Chapter310
Everyone is working faster and quieter than usual, probably for fear of losing their own positions and no one glances my way as I walk through and head to the main entrance impulsively. My natural poise with chin up and a confident stroll, like I have no cares. Mask intact while my insides are crumbling to ashes. I have to keep swallowing the excessive saliva down from my stomach as it tries to bring up my entire gooey lining. I’m just fraught and scared and hurting because, above all, this stupid thing might be the end of what never really got started. I know myself well enough. If he does anything to me then I’ll run, regardless of blame and being deeply in love with him. I won’t stay. My self-preservation won’t let me.
I just need a little air and open space to get my shit together, my bravado back and think about how to handle him. I’m sure with some quiet, I can figure something out.
