I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.

It's nothing. A school project. My go-to answer for anything. Staying out late? School project. Need extra money? School project.

Betrayal. It's one of the worst feelings.

As a writer, my only responsibility is to tell a compelling story.

Because no, I didn’t push her away. I didn’t add to her pain or do anything to hurt her. Instead, I left her alone in that room. The only person who might’ve been able to reach out and save her from herself. To pull her back from wherever she was heading. I did what she asked and I left. When I should have stayed.

and i walked for hours the mist growing thick and whole the thought of disappaering like that, so simply, made me so happy

It's up to the reader to decipher the code, or the words, based on everything they know about life and emotions.