Henry's POV
I expected to find Blair when I got home. I expected to see her seated in the kitchen with my mom and dad laughing about how I overreacted. I expected to see her seated here listening to my dad go on about how I have a thing for her and how I bolted out the door yesterday the moment I heard her voice. I expected to be given a chance alone with her, so I could tell her how sorry I am about my behavior. I expected to be able to convince her that suicide wasn't the answer. What I didn't expect was to come to to find a note on the kitchen counter tell me that she had left.
"I'm sorry I barged into your life and I hope it'll get back to normal soon. My mom would be here for Elle soon. Thanks for the hospitality."
Seriously!
That's all I got.
I didn't know how to feel. I want to be mad at her for making me feel used, I wanted to be mad at myself for talking to her the way I talked to her. But I couldn't.
