false hope|willne

twenty one x

"El I don't know what to do." I finished my short speech and started to absentmindedly mix my coffee with a teaspoon.
"I think the best thing to do is calmly talk about it, even though you have a short temper, try to combat it and talk it out civilly." I nodded and looked down into my barley drank coffee.
"I'm scared, I don't want it to be real, I don't want to lose him. Ever." I sighed, maybe i was overthinking this. Maybe Will never did anything and he's just agitated, i can't lose him after only three months.
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I made my way home, unaware of anything surrounding me. Worries clouded my mind, about Will, my friendships, my mental state. Walking into my flat felt like i could think-i wasn't interrupted by ongoing traffic and snippets of conversations. I can logically think this all over-what do i do about Will.