Chapter fifty-eight
Matt
She pulls herself out of my arms and runs in the other direction.
What the fuck's going on?
"Novah," I shout.
She runs outside and towards wherever she came from.
How did she even get home?
Is her car here?
"Novah, stop right fucking now!" I yell. I swear to God I'll tackle this woman if I have to.
When did she get so fast?
She runs around the side of the dorm building and I finally catch up to her.
I grab her arm to stop her from moving and she tries to pull away. She looks down so I can't see her face and with my other hand, I tilt her chin up so I can see her properly.
Her eyes are red and swollen and she looks awful.
Jesus.
"Novah, talk to me. What's wrong?"
She rips her chin away from my grip and looks away.
"Matt....we....it's....I....can't...." her words are broken up and messy.
"You can't what, Novah?" I ask, thoroughly confused.
"Can't be with you," she says quietly.
"Novah, what?"
She tries to rip her arm from my grip but now I'm holding on even tighter than before.
"You heard me," she says.
"Where the hell is this even coming from? We were fine before you went to that party. That party.....what happened? Something happened. And you better not fucking lie to me cause I swear to God..."
"I just lost feelings, I'm sorry...." she says blankly.
"What the fuck? Lost feelings? What?"
Okay, now I'm kind of angry. What the hell is she even talking about?
"What do you mean you lost feelings? Since when?"
"Matt, can you just leave me alone? And remind me to get shit from the apartment..."
My eyebrows furrow and I'm completely taken aback by her plain.....audacity.
"Novah....what.....how.....the fuck?" is all I manage to push out.
In my cloud of confusion, she manages to break away from my grip and walks away.
"Novah, wait!" I yell.195Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYH0blWC38g
Fuck, fuck, fuck. What is going on?
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