It was my own life that invaded my mind. I had to say something to him, but I did not want to do this. Worst case scenario, I would end up with cats for the rest of my life. Deep down, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but deep down I knew if I didn’t, I would not be able to look at myself in the mirror. After gathering all of my wits, I went to Xavier’s place, letting myself in with the key he’d had made for me. I hadn’t been back there for what felt like ages ago, which was only a few days. He did have some new things. A vase, an abstract picture on the wall and flowers on the countertops. The bright orange petals were so vivid, they almost looked fake. “Hey,” a familiar voice broke through the silence. I turned to see Xavier standing in the doorway, leading to patio. “Hey, yourself.” “I called you twice today. Is everything okay?” He asked. Maybe I was hanging around him too much, but I lied to keep from saying, I was avoiding his calls and would have avoided his presence if I didn’t have to talk to him about this mess.
