Trash

The lift was on the upper floors, and not wanting to wait, I took the side stairs.

What was there to say to her, what else was there to say.

I lowered my head and didn't say anything.

His intention was for me to talk to Shelby, but I couldn't open my mouth when I saw Shelby.

My father drove me to the airport, and at the last minute, I pulled out my phone and sent her a text message, "Let's break up."

So after leaving from the house that day, I was resenting her in my heart, but on the one hand, I still liked her a lot, making me conflicted.

On the way back, my mind was still a little foggy as far as what I had just said and done, and what my father had said and done was even more of a mess.

She sniffled, "You can't lie to me in the future."

It was slow going, the sound of my slippers touching the floor after the living room, chugging, and it didn't take long for my eyes to adjust to the light as I eased over and took a seat beside her.

I patted her head and told her, "I'm no