Kir’s jacket is resting on my chair as I leave my room in the morning, a gentle reminder of last night’s endeavors. My mom hasn’t texted me. And in one way, I’m tempted to block her number. I don’t know if it’s a smart idea, but what I don’t know, can’t hurt me, right? It’s simpler than just ignoring her messages.
Ugh, I don’t know, I’m just going to ask Kir what he thinks. He’ll probably just give me his opinion without directly saying it, like always. But it’s just what works for us. I always seem to make the right decisions after I consult with him.
I try not to think about the way he spoke to me after I realized he’s not completely alright. Like he’s … No. No, he’s fine. My mentor is okay, it’s just a cold, like he said. He’s going to be there for my graduation this year and continue
