Chapter 8 The Smiths

There was a strange feeling swelling in me. I was not worthy of all the effort Sarah was putting into me.

At this point, I was just a worthless loser. It did not matter if she pitied me or liked me.

Five years ago, I was not worthy of her. Now, I was in a worse state, so I was even less worthy.

I stood there for a long time, unmoving. I didn't even notice Sarah walking closer to me.

Her warm breath brushed against my neck. Now that she was standing closer, I could smell the alcohol in her breath.

I wanted to push her away and make her something to help her sober up, but she insistently leaned into my arms.

I held my arms up high in the air, too afraid to even touch her.

She did not say a single word. As awkwardness descended, she suddenly looked up at me. "Jonathan, answer me this. Do you like me?"

Truthfully speaking, I once truly loved her. However, there was a huge divide between us. That divide did not vanish in the last five years. Instead, it grew wider and wider until it