A sad smile.
“Oh, fuck it,” I hiss to myself, as I make my way in her direction.
There’s only one thing I can do to eliminate the temptation: I need to talk to her. Realize that she’s just another dumb, pretty girl with an empty gaze and a hollow soul. She’ll say something stupid soon enough, stare at me like a deer caught in the headlights, stutter incoherently, and then ruin the illusion forever.
Yes. Talk to her.
That’ll do it.
For sure.
“Get it over with, Ryan,” I mutter to myself. “Talk to her, so you can move on.”