Yavannah Constantine
I had gotten so used to seeing him, having him around that these past days felt like something so crucial was missing, i sometimes found myself scrolling through my messages, wishing or hoping from a call from him but each time, the sound part of me chided. He betrayed my trust and i would never forgive him for that, but why was it that i wanted to bad to march over to his office and force him to explain things to me, how he could be so... be so everything and suddenly be nothing.
Yaskier told me that he went over to ask Adonis questions, but he didn't answer him reasonably and then they ended up fighting. What a waste of time...
I sighed for the hundredth time today, wishing that i could just erase my memory and be free from this torture but no, i couldn't. Instead, it replayed in my head all day like some fucking tune that had imprinted its mark into my brain.
I missed him. So much..
I hated him..
