Nathalie.
“Nathalie, stop thinking about him. It’s been what, four whole weeks now, and he hasn’t reached out once. Can you please just forget him already?” Caroline huffed, visibly frustrated with my constant rambling about Nathaniel.
“Ugh, I try to.” I raised my hands in defense, setting the bowl of eggs I’d been whisking down on the counter. “Every week I get packs of vanilla ice cream and groceries. It means he obviously still thinks about me. He just won’t reach out, and it’s killing me.”
“Well, if you keep this up, you’re going to lose your mind over him.” She shrugged.
“I don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t stop feeling this way, he’s everywhere around me, Caroline.” I kept whisking the eggs. “I was almost getting him out of my mind, but somehow his scent still lingers in my
