He's been gone more than two days, and I've tried his cell so many times. He's monitoring his calls and I get voicemail almost immediately. I know he's declining my number and it hurts more than I can bear. I don't want to email or text, so I don't, because my pride is bruised, and I won't beg. I don't know what to say, I only want to hear him and know he's still there. I want to know what the hell is going on in that head of his, to know why he's being this way, and what happens when we go back to work together.
I've been swimming and reading to distract myself and eating with the others; I'm getting used to them and although Marissa and I give each other a wide berth, I'm starting to warm to the rest of them.
Leila, as always, is a joy to be around, but I'm melancholy and would rather
