“ Don’t ask me how I’ve been
unless you’re prepared.
Truth is, I haven’t been great, but that’s
predictable. “
I’m not even looking at her anymore.
Just staring at the ceiling, this deadpan expression carved into my stone face.
She asks me if I need anything.
I just laugh.
Bitter, cruel.
This is past the breaking point.
“ No, no.
It’s too late.
You’re too late. “