"37"

She let go of my shirt then hugged me. "Why didn't you tell me right away?"

I couldn’t answer right away. I couldn’t tell her that Ahbaya’s thoughts were compromised because she was attacked. The poison lathered on the bear’s claws must’ve fucked her mind up. Telling Dane all of this would make me seem more pathetic and a pathologiical liar.

Believing, hanging onto words, professing words of love through a hazy and unstable mentality.

Well, what if it’s you? What can you say?

What can I say?

“She was drunk.”

A part of me only hangs onto the lies I’ve built. The lies being the reason that I was still sane, giving me hope that maybe, she does love me. I was told to pick a poison, one that would hurt me less.

Stupid of me to pick the one that would sting the most. The one that kills slowly. Hope. And I… “A lot of people say drunk people say and do dumbass things, Dane…”

"But she still said it!" She screamed, voice so loud that the veins on her neck popped. "And don’t those fools a