C11 Eleven

I grumbled, annoyed, as I snatched the red envelope from her grasp. "I had made a promise to myself to keep my distance from him."

"Why did you make such a promise?" Angelica asked softly, fiddling with my bedsheets. "You're hurting yourself."

"If I could go without him for five years, I can do it for the rest of my life," I confidently declared.

"No, you can't. If that were true