It had been one of those days when I had fucked up in every way possible.
A fight had started that morning with my significant other over the stupidest things. I ended up crying at work, which led to me spending more money than I should. Of all things, I forget to buy cat food for our two hungry cats. I ended up spilling maple syrup all over the floor at work after they just scrubbed the floors. The ride home from work would've been fine if I hadn't forgot my bag in my friend's car, on top of forgetting the cigarettes I was getting my boyfriend as an apology.
The list could go on. I had lost it for the fourth time today, and my face was red, eyes were puffy, and tears continued to pour down my cheeks. Sniffling and sobbing, I felt a soft hand neatly dabbing my tears. It wasn't a normal feeling anymore, having my only character left who would scream at me to finally feel like they touched me. Zack never strayed no matter how much I'd shut everyone out.
" I don't like how you've been lat