MADISON
A broken dream
In the end, he convinces me to stay, and whatever happened, I decide to close myself off in my room. It’s already been two days of us not speaking or crossing paths. I hoped the discomfort would end as once my memory was recovered; instead, all they’ve done is worsen a situation in the balance as it is. He didn’t understand what happened and this partially relieves me of the embarrassment I feel. Despite everything, I can’t stop thinking about him and from this point of view, recovering my memory hasn’t been successful at all.
I spent both these two days reflecting and remembering, also avoiding talking to Helen, who Christ instructed to come and see how I was getting on as well as to serve me lunch and dinner. I feel bad about this all. I don’t need these s
