Sky
I slammed the apartment door so hard the frame rattled, bag slung over my shoulder like it weighed nothing even though it felt like it was full of bricks. Dan's last words still echoed in my head "I can't do this, Sky, it's too risky" and every time I replayed it I wanted to punch something. Preferably his ugly face.
I'd spent the last week ignoring his texts, deleting his voicemails before I could hear that rough voice crack, because fuck him. Fuck him for kissing me like I mattered, knotting me like he was claiming forever, then slamming the door and acting like I was the problem.
