#Chapter 99 Heart Attack

Emily Logan did not talk to me for the day. He remains distant, closed off in his room. I tried to talk to him, bringing him lunch when he usually ate. He did not open the door, though, and kept me outside and away from him. It felt like pure torture. He must have felt like this when I was reeling from my depression, when I isolated myself in my bedroom, not wanting to interact with the world. It's so unfair for him to do this. I genuinely think that he is overreacting, making a mess out of nothing. This petty argument between us will only tear us apart. We have already felt the strain from the arguments, our relationship slowly withering away in front of our eyes. It will force us to open up the dirty in dark secrets of our past, to get over the obstacles before we are to be married. If we are to be married, that is. Who knows what Logan and I’d future looks like. The two of us together are either really strong or are a complete mess, polar opposites depending on what is hap