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Sunday, 30 October, 6 a.m.
I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve tried calling Andy. Texting isn’t enough. I know he said not to ring any more, but I need to his hear his voice. Tell him about Jack – that my engagement means nothing, that I’m not even sure why I said yes. That it was a stupid, stupid mistake.
‘Pick up, pick up, pick up,’ I cry each time, over and over, but he never has. I think he’s ignoring me.
I can’t think straight any more. My brain feels like fog, as I attempt to work everything out. I thought he would come to England. He said he would. Yes, he said he would.
I’m going to try to come to Sweden, Isla, his last text said. Try? It all feels so vague, and not what I’d hoped for at all. Not the happy ending I’d dreamed of. Why is he doing this to me?
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