Am I being paranoid?

I don't know whether I should be mad or grateful to Alice for her interruption. Deep down within me a part of me is clinging to some stupid hope that whatever he was about to say will take the ache and pain I have been feeling in my heart for years away. That he will tell me he loves me and those three words will clue back the broken pieces of my heart. And the other part of me is scared that whatever he was going to say will plunge another dagger to my heart. I don't think I will survive this time around, because my heart is already shattered into pieces and maybe his dagger could just put my heart out of it misery and set fire to it, consuming it completely out of existence.

Maybe it's best I don't know. What you don't know won't hurt you right?

"I was worried sick about you. I try calling you but it seems your cell is dead." Alice worrywart voice draws me back to the presence.

"Sorry, Kayden had a panic attack at school. We were both called."