Viola.

I spaced out my mind thinking of Mathew again.

Actually I couldn't talk him out of my mind at all.

His face haunting every quiet moment.

I wanted to call him and tell him that I'd forgive everything, pour it out.

"Call? 'Mathew, come back-miss you,'" I rehearsed silently.

But somehow my heart didn't help me to do that, stubborn wall up.

I wanted to wait, maybe something good will happen, a sign.

"Wait? Yeah-make him sweat," I decided.

Just seeing Joe and Jack as a ...