Unfinished: Part 2

Your book got published, I was on cloud nine. Our chapter there for us all to see.

Except now it's 01.13am, and according to your profile you're in someone else's room, eating someone else's food, proclaiming that that's when you're happiest, with a full plate on your hands.

So that's how you're choosing to end our story. Turns out that no matter how much happiness your words gave me, they hurt nine times more.

You read me like a book... And then put me back on the shelf.