Page 55 of Level Me Up

My heart breaks a little as I read his text because he is right. It doesn't make sense. My reasoning is entirely idiotic. And we did have something good, but where he's wrong is that I am scared. I'm scared of almost everything.

I can barely see what I'm typing through the blurriness in my eyes.

Me:I guess you don't know me as well as you think. Bye, Dex.

I lie back down and cover my head with my pillow and let the tears continue to stream, and forgetting that I meant to get something to eat.

Around eight, I finally make my way out to the front of the apartment. Gia is sitting on the couch watching some entertainment news show, but she must hear or see me because the volume is muted and she looks at me, taking in my state.

"You look like shit, Mo," she says, finally.

"Thanks," I mutter and shuffle to the kitchen to get to work on a bowl of cereal.

"Are you going to be alright?"

"Where’s Ruby?"

"She went home about an hour ago. She will be back to pick you up in the morning for work. That is if you’re going to work tomorrow."

"Yeah, ok." I slowly walk back to the small dining room table and stare at my bowl.

"Morgan, answer me. Are you going to be alright?"

I sigh and look up at her, "Of course. I'm gonna be fine."

"Ok. You'll let me know if you need to talk, right? You know I’m always here for you, right?"

"I'll let you know, Gia. Promise.” With a slight smile, I go back to my bowl, and she turns the volume back on.

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