Chapter 100 One-hundred

• Carolina
• Quiet music plays in my apartment from a little speaker sitting on my bedside table. The unpacking process proved difficult to tackle, and Olivia, in an attempt to help me, put together a playlist—the certified breakup playlist, she explained, made up of songs that have gotten her through rough times.
• Unfortunately, the music only manages to fill the emptiness of the room, not the hollow space inside me. It does provide background noise while I fold and put away my clothes, though, which is at least something.