This was my doing.
My decisions.
But, why didn't it feel like it?
Why did it feel like it was all a lie?
My heart wanted nothing but to push her away, and another part of me hated that feeling. She was my life. I loved her.
No, you don't. My subconscious scolded.
And this was how it has been like. All these years, my brain has always been on overdrive, two parts of my brain fighting for dominance and whose actions I was choosing.
But what was happening, and why?
"Dom?" Yasmine called out, pulling me back into the present.
"Yeah?"
"Are you alright? You look confused. You haven't spoken a word since you arrived."
"I'm fine. I'm just a little tired. I'm going to get a shower, and rest. Don't wait up for me. I'll probably fall asleep."
"No baby. I've been waiting so long for you to
