I honestly feel ashamed. I feel sick, my insides twisting uncomfortably. Food doesn't help and neither is the peppermint tea that my mother insisted on giving me when I said I wasn't feeling well. I haven't slept well for the past week, and I know exactly why all of this is happening.
After the gig last week, I texted Felix that I wouldn't be able to make our tutoring sessions because I was filming promotions and performing. While that was all true, there was another reason I avoided the café for the past week.
I was avoiding the café.
I shouldn't have avoided it.
I was running away from my problems and from a conversation I knew needed to happen.
When Felix rejected my invitation to go to the performance, it felt like he was rejecting me. Even if we weren't going together as a cou
