Jack
I can't forget the way he looked at me with such resentment. I wasn't ready. The feeling of guilt took over me and all I could say was useless “sorry”. I think I deserved his anger, but it still hurts. Aiden seemed to have matured in these three months. And I looked like a teenager who didn't know what to say to right the wrongs. To regain trust once lost.
At home, I study the ceiling above my bed again. I think over Aiden's words and understand that this is fair. How else could he feel?
betrayed... used...
Hell... I've never felt so bad in my life...
I thought we had a chance to make up, but...
Sean's call wakes me up in the morning.
“Are you still sad?” He asks.
“I'm forever sad now,” I chuckle mirthlessly.
“Did you talk to him?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Apparently, it didn't go very well?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Maybe I should talk to him?”
“Don’t,” I say. “Leave him alone. I messed up, I deserved it.”
“Are you giving up?”
“I can't make him like me, can I?”