She slammed the door shut, and Alena threw herself into the quilt. Her tears were falling freely.

"Damn, Waylon." Alena cursed.

Waylon was too much, and he hurt her heart so much. Wasn't he afraid of her being sad at all?

The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. Alena cried fiercely under the blanket.

She didn't get up and walk to the bathroom until she had utterly vented, then she took a shower and changed into clean clothes.

When she came out again, she noticed that the room was still terribly quiet. Waylon seemed to had never set foot in that room.

She sat down in...