Better That We Break || fiercexbeauty
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Jack had really fucked up. He could feel it in his gut as he made his way to Astrid’s place on his bike. He was almost afraid to confront her, but he knew that if he didn’t talk to her now, it’d only make things worse. He needed to face her anger head-on and then he could apologize.
He’d already waited long enough to talk to her anyway. When he’d woken up that morning, she had already left for her morning class. He didn’t have a class that morning so he had just gone home, showered and slept for a few more hours.
He felt terrible when he woke up. Both physically and emotionally. He had a major headache from drinking the night before and his stomach felt knotted up with guilt. He puked a few times, but he still felt horrible afterwards.
As he made his way up to Astrid’s room, Jack had to take a few calming breaths. He was nervous. So, so nervous. He always fucked up like this and he didn’t know how to stop. And he always felt miserable about dragging Astrid into all of his shit. Because Astrid was so good and amazing and beautiful and he loved her so much. She was too good for him in every way. A screw up like him didn’t deserve a girl like Astrid.
He put a sudden stop to those thoughts. He was driving himself into a panic thinking about it so much. He fucked up, he was going to apologize, Astrid was going to forgive him because she always forgave him even if it took a while, and then everything was going to be okay. Right? Right.
With a nod to himself, he took one more deep breath and exhaled slowly before he knocked rapidly on Astrid’s dorm room door and tried not to fidget as he waited for the door to open.
