Thanks be to EBT.
I managed to stand, never letting go of my notebook or pencil.
And I thought about Bella downstairs.
And how badly I wanted to cry for loving you and hating you.
And wondered why your face had no expression.
But then you took one step forward, closer to me, and it honestly scared the hell out of me.
I grabbed what I could and shoved it into my backpack.
And I started to cry.
"Why are you doing this?" I whispered, feeling so weak.
I didn't wait for you to answer me.
I just left.