I Can't Go On

ROSALINE

I walked in, with slow steps, my eyes still a bit puffy from all the crying. I was so tired and so exhausted. It was more of a mental and emotional exhaustion though and I knew.

I just wanted to go get in my bed right now, rethink my entire life and fall asleep and hope I sleep for long.

But getting to the living room and finding Russo waiting for me there was evidence that my night wouldn't be as simple as me crashing in my bed and going to sleep. Or maybe he would ignore me and let me simply walk away, after all I had told him that I regretted us ever being together and he had looked quite hurt that I said that.

"You are finally back. How did your meeting with your best friend go?" Russo questioned. He wasn't ignoring me. Somehow, I found relief in that. I am fucked up, I know.

"It was good " I responded simply and was going to walk past but he called me back.

"Pick the documents on the table and sign them."

I glanced at the table and found some documents there. I