Chapter 94 The Clean-up

• I had been dreading today since Tyrone messaged me to say he was finally ready to do this. I was a frightened wreck, the dread eating away at me from the inside. Who would have guessed I could get even angrier than I already was? While I was glad to be the friend he needed and wanted to help, I knew that cleaning out my best friend's room after two years of not seeing it would be emotionally taxing. I knew I needed to maintain my composure for Tyrone, even if it wasn't for me. The least I could have done for him was that. After all, I had promised I wouldn't let go of him.
• I was hovering on the white porch of the Davis when the frigid air froze my bones, making me rub my hands together to try to rekindle some warmth in my numb fingertips. Every time I let out a lot of breath to try to stop my heart from pounding, puffs of breath clung around my mouth like a white cloud, but it did not help; I was only a breath away from hyperventilating, running home and losing it.
• I mumbled to myself, "Stop being a pussy," and lightly pressed my forehead against the door. "Deep breaths, in and out."