Ten Years Wasted on Trash
This ten-year-long habit allowed me to force out a faint smile even at the peak of the pain.
"You're right, Mr. Sheppard. But I have no interest in any of these things. When I came here, I came alone and with nothing. And now that I'm leaving, I can leave empty-handed, too. I don't want anything. Let's just pretend all of this was just a game."
I grabbed my suitcase and walked past him.
Jared suddenly grabbed my hand. "Don't be upset with me."
But before I could say anything, Rachel, who'd been standing there the whole time, let out a petulant huff. She stomped her foot and turned around, pouting. She didn't even need to say a word before the hand that had been gripping mine loosened gradual