I sobbed so hard that my eyes wouldn’t stay open any longer.I never wanted anyone before, never wanted the hassle of having another person try to pry his way into a heart that was broken long ago.I thought I was a lost cause, an empty shell, a vacant body wandering around, waiting for the next person to be taken from me. When he showed up, he made me want to be pried open like a fortune cookie.And at the first sign of him trying to dig a little deeper, I sent him away and basically told him I wanted nothing more to do with him.I shook my head. I was such a coward. And Will. He knows me. He's called my cowardice 'the vault' since I got back from rehab. I don’t like to talk about things. I don't want to rehash. I just want to forget.I wiped a tear angrily. I was going to have no one in my life if I kept doing this. It hurt so bad in my chest, to talk about the way I used to be. About the way Mom's death made me a weak, pathetic version of myself that I despised. It wasn't her fault, and she would be ashamed to see how I handled it.No more.I stood and wiped my nose and eyes before making my way to Will's room.
