They say love makes you do crazy things...but what's crazier than falling for the forbidden?
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Mallory Wright is a 22-year-old junior at her dream and one of the best universities in S...
I don't see you You're not in every window I look through And I don't miss you You're not in every single thing I do I don't think we're meant to be And you are not the missing piece • James Arthur
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While reviewing the upcoming projects and prioritizing tasks based on urgency, my mind once again begins to drift, as it has been doing for hours since I entered the office.
Since my last conversation with Mallory during my visit to her apartment, where I left without providing answers to any of her questions, I haven't made any attempt to reach out to her or engage in further communication.
Though we've run into each other a couple of times at the university, and despite her attempts to talk to me, I haven't mustered the courage to talk to her. I know I'm being a jerk about it, but I can't give her the answers she's looking for, and sadly, staying away from her seems to be the best option at the moment to avoid further questioning.
Thankfully, the semester is coming to an end, so my presence at the university isn't much needed, which means I won't be seeing her on a daily basis.
Doing this to her hurts me, but maybe it's for the best. Maybe staying away from her is for the best. After all, my life is a mess as it is; I don't want to drag her into it.
I considered telling her everything, being honest, and risking my life and someone else's, but my mind wouldn't let me. It's so stubborn that it's ready to end the relationship I have with Mallory to protect others, including herself.
As the anger that's been churning in the pit of my stomach begins to surge, its heat coursing upward, I rise from my seat to cool myself down. It's an attempt to ease the anger that's on the verge of controlling my entire being.
I'm angry at myself for being so selfish.
Why did I involve her in my complicated life when I knew I would only cause her pain? I warned myself not to develop feelings for anyone, yet I went against my own advice, fully aware that I don't deserve such affection.
What was I thinking? That I could hide who I really am? That I could keep this part of my life hidden from her and expect her to be with me regardless?
It's unfair. It's unfair to her that I didn't allow her into my life as much as she desired. Throughout our time together, she placed her trust in me, sharing her world and revealing every aspect of herself—the flaws, the virtues. However, I did the opposite.
