She cried

Lilly

I stood in the street unsure where to go or what to do. An angry tear rolled down my face, and it was like a floodgate opened. I probably looked just as messy as my two-year-old when she cried.

I walked aimlessly, barely seeing where I was going. The streets were busy with people ready for the weekend. There were a few curious glances thrown my way, but I ignored it all. My argument with Chance playing on repeat in my mind.

I need a signed contract. I was a contract to him. Nothing more; nothing less. Maybe if I felt nothing for him, I’d be able to evaluate his words rationally. Instead, this hurt like a bitch. There was no chance in hell I could sign that contract. I was protecting him as much as myself. It’d destroy his carefully constructed life if my secret came out. And officially connecting myself to him opened the door to strangers digging into my past.

I tilted my head upwards to see that the clouds turned gray. The sky opened and the rain broke through the clouds, match