Stories

Edward, That's the last time I drink that much. That is the last time I ever smoke that much. That is the last time I ever share a bed with you. In fact I am moving out. I'm running away as fast as I can. Actually since it's my house maybe you should be the one to move. It's not that I want you to. In fact I'd be lost if you went. I just don't know if I can talk to you again. Things changed last night and put us on a completely different level. Moving in together seemed like such a good idea. Now I'm left wondering whether or not it was.