I try to smile at her, but I can't extend my flexibility training to my mouth, it just won't move.

My insides feel like they are crumbling like a towering JENGA game. I lose.

Too bad. Game over. Insert new fucking quarter.

When she left, it was like someone had ripped my heart out, crumbled it up like a flimsy piece of loose leaf paper and crammed it back into my chest. It somehow managed to work, but it would never, ever feel the same.

Part of me aches to touch her now that she's so close. But the other part, the logical part, wants to coast myself in Teflon, because I know that her being here, no matter what her reasons, is going to seriously fuck with my world.

The sarcasm made a slight whistling noise as it flew over Loafers' head.