DAHLIA 

I wanted to go home, but I couldn’t. I had to lie to Zac so he could drop me off in front of a supermarket, convincing him I wanted to get groceries for the house. 

As usual, he offered to pay but I was firm in my refusal. Moreover, after telling me he was disappointed in me, he had refused to talk to me. I didn’t need to have that troubling my mind. The rest of the drive had been silent and quite tensed.

Although, I understood his disappointment, it hurt me really. I didn’t realize how much his words either motivated me or discouraged me. 

In this case,...