"Girlfriend?"
The hopeless part in me imagined desperation in your words.
My legs slowed.
My eyes l o w e r e d.
I hated the guilt I was feeling.
"Yes," I said, "Elena is great but I don't know, I'm not into her anymore. I'm just delaying the breakup till the match this weekend. She needs to concentrate on her cheer practice till then so yeah..."
It was bad. I know it was bad.
But Artis, right then, I felt happy
to clear that up.