*Eason*

I’ve always been very good at handling my emotions, at putting on a fake smile when needed, or keeping my opinions to myself. But whenever Lena was involved, I always seemed to lose any semblance of control I had over myself. She still had so much power over me, over my emotions, more than I’d care to admit.

It’d been two days since I last saw Lena. Two days since I’d poured out all my anger on her. I knew I’d probably been too harsh, ...