*Bianca*

I felt like a petulant child running to her room from a problem I did not know how to solve. Maybe it was childish, but I needed time to think. I walked in on him telling someone to look after me like I was a child. So, I had every right to act like one.

Geeze, now I was sounding like one in my thoughts. I slammed the door as I finally arrived at my room. I told him not to follow me. I told him to leave me alone. I had even told him we might need to stop being ...