Chapter 22
First days became first weeks, and Naomi and I came to know each other not quite as friends yet, but as something inching towards that. Room 205 became our room, just as she’d declared it would, pictures of Mustard and my family interspersed with my roommate’s own. I’d thought about printing out the selfie Ryan and I had taken on Halloween, but decided against it. It might invite questions that I’d rather not answer, and I didn’t want a visual reminder of the stress of October.
I did think about texting Ryan. First in a don’t do that kind of way, next in a yeah I should, but maybe tomorrow kind of way, then in a why haven’t I texted him and I’ve been here for weeks and it’s too late now kind of way. What would we even talk about, now that he was in his world and I in mine, wit
