An F - For Fail.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sigh deeply, expelling all the misery from my still-trembling body as I close my eyes and concentrate on trying to find my composure once again – locking it in place.

After a few heartbeats, I open my eyes, raise my hand and knock on the thick slab of wood that separates me from Ava.

Before my mind could decipher where I was aimlessly driving after I left that lying sack of shit husband of mine, I ended up outside Avas’ apartment building.

It seems my subconscious was on autopilot and lead us here.

I sat in the car for about five minutes trying to make sense of what happened and how everything turned to custard. After concluding that there will always be someone in my path blocking me from finding the greatness that lingers in the atmosphere, which seemed like a lifetime, I finally dragged my ass out of my car and entered the building.

Part of me would rather not be here. Emotionally and mentally, I’m not in the mood to face Ava.

I don’t know where th