silently, I still felt like I was being very unfair to him. He had been such a good friend to me, and I have not done one right thing to appreciate him.
"Tim, I think we should stop this. You're a good friend, but I don't see you as anything more than that. Thank you so much for everything you've done for me, but I know Jaxon will come back soon." He stood up and walked out even before I could complete my words.
It was soon nighttime, and Tim did not return. I began to feel so bad had I said something wrong to him. I just felt so frustrated with everything happening to me that I had to go bald very soon.
All those things had to make me think this way. I sat up and turned on my phone again. Even though Tim was still on my mind, my body still moved to call Jaxon instead. The phone rang continuously this time, but Jaxon did not pay.
That meant he had turned on his phone, which meant I had more hopes of him seeing my missed calls.
