*Amy's POV written by me*
Chapter Thirteen
Amy's POV
Entry 6 continued…
Is she lying?
Is she lying to me?
Is she that desperate to get me back to her side that she would lie about something this fucking serious?
I mean… I don't want to think that she would lie.
That text was…
Karma…
Fuck.
I honestly hate living like this. Every day feels like a test. Every time she calls or texts I have to ask myself if she really knows what she's doing to me and I honestly don't think she does.
That's why I left. That's why I had to leave.
That's why we shouldn't be talking about these things at 3am while I'm drinking and she's sober.
Goddammit.
But she's sober…
These are honest words and she is honestly saying them while she is sober.
I don't think I've ever wanted to hear her voice so bad in my entire life.
And then it hit me.
Her text.
What she said.
"I just think that I confused what I wanted with what was true."
My heart dropped.
I could feel it pounding hard into the cheap carpet of the 2nd story hotel floor.
I text back:
"Why wouldn't you want me?"
And I felt that deafening silence. That silence that tore me in two.