Please Don't.

2.

CHAPTER 2: i always held your left hand, but now you're picking at your
lips.

I stared out the window.

I wanted you to stop me from marrying her.

I thought that if I told you how I proposed, that you would pull over the car and tell me how stupid it was for me to marry her.

But you smiled and told me how nice that was.

You weren't phased by any of this.

But I guess that's how you feel.

You don't care.

You don't love me like I love you.

The ring on my finger felt heavy as the snow outside of this car, this November night was sad like I am.

I've always held your left hand but now You're picking at your lips.