It’s been a week since our breakup. I’ve called out every day of his class, saying that I was sick. Luckily, I was able to make up everything online with all my other classes.
Nora has been poking around, asking me what happened, but I didn’t want to tell her the truth. We had just gone to dinner together, and she warned him not to hurt me. If I knew anything about Nora, I knew that she stuck to her word. Instead of telling her what he did, I told her that I realized how different we were, which was true.
Dylan and I could never actually be together. We were living in a fantasy world together. He hadn’t tried to call, email, or show up either. Part of me was upset that he hadn’t even tried to fix things, but a stronger part of me was glad that he didn’t. I couldn’t handle seeing him rig
