The sun shone through extremely bright on my face. I woke up feeling heavy and tired but at least I was not in as much pain as I was last night. My eyes burned from so much crying.
For a moment last night, I was weak. I was weak with Izan and I was weak during and after my attack. I would make sure it didn’t happen again, neither situation. My heart still ached for Brent. Remembering how fragile his voice sounded broke my heart.
He knew something was different about me and I couldn't gather any courage together to tell him what had happened between me and Izan. It was something that I should keep to myself. Any part of that story would hurt him. He wanted me to wait for him.