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Confused

I walked through the cold to Krysta's house. Since it was nighttime, I wondered if she was asleep. Obviously, she didn't want to see me.

I thought to myself, maybe a little peek into her bedroom window wouldn't hurt. I went to her window and peeked in.

Krysta was with Nick. He had his arms around her while they sat on the floor. He was comforting her. She looked out of it.

Was what I did really impact her that much? Did she tell her anything?

I backed away from the window. I didn't know what to do. I was thinking of just leaving. Should I?

I was thinking of one con that was preventing me from going: Nick pulverizing me to dust. I also didn't want Krysta to feel uncomfortable. Ironic, right?

I started walking away from the house. I wanted to see Krysta. I wanted to be with her. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to kiss her.

Why did Nick take her from me? Why did she choose him? The biggest question is: Why didn't I do anything while I could?

I shouldn't had been here. I had no say and betrayed Krysta.

I decided to go back home and go to bed.

I really didn't know what to do?