Like Hell You Will

'Besides, why stop someone who's already determined to go?'

I looked at Craige's back and I felt a really deep ache in my chest. 

'No. Begging Mom never really did Dad any good. Except make him look more miserable.'

But I badly wanted to reach out to him. 

'Stop it! You're already miserable enough as it is.'

I didn't even realize that I was tearing up until my vision blurred from the brimming tears. I quickly turned my back while biting my quivering lips. Then I lifted my gaze towards the ceiling to push the tears back wherever they came from. 

With him still in the room, crying would be the last thing on my to-do-list.

'Please, not now.'

I repeated the same words in my head as I listened to his retreating footsteps. 

As soon as I heard the door close, I squeezed my eyes shut while taking a deep and shaky breath. 

My head was in a jumble.