Thane’s POV
“Is this… Is this me?”
I stutter, looking at Mark and needing some sort of disagreement from him even though it's as clear as day that I'm the one with the name and the damn photos.
Going hysterical for a minute, I'm soaked in disbelief.
‘This isn't me… This is you with your fucking ass face!...’
My mind goes in a rackety circle with conflicting ideas. Well, if living in denial is this blissful, I just want to remain in the damn bubble.
“H-how?”
I say the very first word that confirms I'm slowly coming to terms with reality. It's not something I can wrap my head around no matter how much I try.
How the hell is my information with them?
‘Or, this is just some shitty nightmare.’
Plummeting back in my shell, I drown in denial. It's safer than imagining your face and name being sold to the blogs for bad news…
And trying to live out of it…
Damn!
“Why the fuck didn't you say something?!”