23- Rumor

It feels like the day keeps stretching itself the more I want it to end so that I can go home to get away from this madness.

As I stir the spoon in the coffee, I keep thinking about what Spencer said right before he asked me to leave his office. Turns out, he is right. I'm not that nice of a person I give myself credit for. I can't shy away from the truth. I've been judging him based on my preconceptions about him.

“Damn it!” I slam my hand on the table, tired of torturing myself with negative thoughts about myself.

“Should I do it?” I ask myself, contemplating my contradictory thoughts.

Maybe I should do it. He deserves at least that much from me.

“A little bruise on my self-respect won't kill me.” I tell myself firmly, nodding my head with determination as I do so.

Turning my eyes back to the coffee mug, I stare at it for a while, examining it with careful eyes.

“Please God! Let it be perfect for this once only.” I mumble under my breath, putting the spoon down.

Maybe