18+
XXIII
I don't go to our spot at lunch the next day.
I feel his eyes burning into the back of my head but I don't let myself meet them, knowing that even just one second of gazing into those green eyes will destabilise me.
This needs to stop.
I need to stop.
The withdrawal has already started.
I didn't sleep much last night.
Couldn't.
I crave him like air.
Now I'm left starved of oxygen.
