I find myself placing a hand on my other hand, trying to comfort myself. Andrew didn't come back until this weekend, he was all I had.
I finally look down at the counter.
I felt my heart stop for a moment, I look down again. Maybe I was tripin', maybe I'm just tired from exhaustion. I take another glance down, taking a deep breath.
This is where my life ended
Still don’t know if i will add this in but maybe it will add to the plot….