- It’d been eight days since Mom and Thomas went back to Manhattan, and it’d been eight days since I last saw Luke. Every day, my stomach felt tight, my chest felt heavy. I tested myself; how long I could endure, and to what extent could I hold back?
- The food didn’t taste right. My classes felt like a burden. I couldn’t sleep well for the past few days. In the last two days, I checked my phone if I had a message, hoping to hurt myself more if I saw his name. But I realized that it hurt even more when I found nothing.