Chapter 35: Noah

I woke up with a throbbing pain in my head. This usually happened whenever I’d taken an overdose of my anxiety pills the night before—which reminded me of, well, everything. 

The panic attack that had come out of nowhere, and then me spewing a bunch of hurtful words to Madison just because I’d thought she’d been the one responsible for the state I was in. 

God I’m such a fucking idiot.

If something like a Biggest Asshole Award existed, it sure as hell would have ended up with me. 

I lay in bed, hitting the mattress on either side of me in frustration, groaning up at the ceiling. Saying last night had been an absolute disaster of a night would be putting it mildly. I dreaded getting out of bed to do damage control, but I knew it had to be done.

A part of me still wondered if this was for the best. I didn’t want a relationship with her, so letting her think I was an asshole and letting her go was for the best. 

Wasn’t it?