(WESLEY)
Justin follows me into my little apartment. I'm embarrassed at how empty and drab my apartment looks, but Justin doesn't seem to care about that. He only cares that he has eyes for me. Knowing that makes my stomach churn. I really don't want to hurt him. He has been kind and protective towards me.
Last night when I passed out at work, Justin was there to catch me in time. If Justin wasn't there to grab me before I hit the ground, I would have seriously been injured. He protected me. That act alone should make me turn to him more. He is proving to me that I can trust him. That I can lean on him. If I were normal, I would have accepted that. But I'm not normal. I'm so messed up. Justin's acts of protection only make me think about Jericho more. Because Jericho protected me too.
I need to stop thinking about Jericho.
