Worry.
Patrick.
He fucking left me here alone.
From the beginning, I knew this was a bad idea. Coming here with him and acting like we were friends. There is nothing going on between us, the fact that we are even deceiving ourselves is all that keeps bothering me.
I told him I wanted to go home and he chose to leave me here all on my own. Francis is talking but I am not even paying attention to him. I am spaced out. I saw him leave through the exit with that girl. I saw the kiss, as he grabbed her and pulled her closer. How his hand fit perfectly in the small of her back, the way he held her.
The right way it is supposed to be between a man and a woman. The one that comes without any complications. It hurt, to see him walk away from me and not be able to say anything. I don't even want to be here any longer. I just want to go to bed and accept my fate. The fact that I will forever be alone.