Amanda

I almost held my tears in through the entire Greyhound ride home.

A kindly old lady passed me a tissue from a wrinkled pack, letting me blow my nose as I sobbed silently beside her.

The rain drove down so hard I couldn't see out of the Greyhound windows.

It was right before your eyes the entire time. He's got a mansion near the College, another in Portland... how did he get away with it?

I let him touch me, use me.

And my body still aches for him. My heart aches for me to be wrong somehow.

How could I have trusted him? I'm sobbing in my dorm...