I can't bring myself to continue my sentence because I know it isn't really fine - that this isn't really okay with her.
I don't know what she's feeling, what she's thinking and what she thinks of me. I mean, it's not like we've been dating for years - it's only been months - and it's as if I don't have quite the reputation.
I searched her eyes for anything - disgust, hurt, anger, sadness, disappointment - but I saw none. Her face and eyes held nothing.
And that's not the Allison Springfield that I came to know - Allie's face always holds an emotion.
I don't know if she's going to break up with me or what but one thing's for sure:
I, Dante Lucas Kavanagh, fucked up. Big time.
- - -
Silence.
That's what greeted me upon entering our apartment. I know she's here, though. And I know she's crying.
I can't hear anything but I just know she is.
I didn't say anything as I make my way towards her room and knocked. As quiet as I can, I opened her door, bracing myself to what I'm going to see.
Then I looked up and she sure as fuck looked like she's been through hell and back.
And it's my fault.
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