166. Waiting – Part 2

~ NATALIE ~

Laying on my bed later, staring at the ceiling with which I’d become far too familiar the night before, I couldn’t stop seeing that dead look in his eyes when he’d said he was fine. I couldn’t stop hearing that flat, emotionless tone in his voice.

Mack was hard. Mack was fiery. Mack was arrogant.

He was never… empty.

The night before I’d been angry. Nervous. Frustrated. I’d hated that he’d just thrown himself into this plan without talking to me about it, and that it put him in danger. I’d hated that he’d made such sweeping declarations about me and us when he’d never shown an ounce of that kind of devotion before.

I hated that deep down I was w