- No, you're not sorry. And I smile a little at him. He smiles even wider at this.

-Not sorry.

- Please, I need to be alone, I'm tired. Too much has gone wrong with coming to these stupid states. – I stop. Sorry, I didn't mean to say that.

- Shut up, it's okay. Good night, Angel. He kisses me chastely on the forehead and leaves.

I quickly wash my face and change into pajamas, I have absolutely no energy to take a shower. I go to bed, pick up my phone, and there are sixteen missed messages from Cam and seven unread messages. I delete them all at...