I did not sleep.
I was lying in the dark, my eyes fixed on the ceiling, and I could feel the words piling up inside me, like something heavy had been dropped into my chest. Then I heard it - "You should move back to campus." It wasn't a suggestion, or a question, it was a decision, one that he had already made up his mind about. He said it in that calm, even tone he uses when he's made a decision and doesn't want to discuss it anymore, when he's decided that something is final.
By 4 am, I had gone beyond feeling hurt and reached a point that was even tougher to deal with, a place where the pain had given way to something more stubborn and unyielding.
I walked into the kitchen, my hair a mess and the remnants of yesterday's fatigue still etched on my face, but I didn't bother to worry ab
