ALINA'S POV
For the rest of the week after that, a thorough social disassociation was carried out.
By me that is.
Meaning no contact. No association. No confrontation, no greetings, no- no communication.
Let's just say I and my 'dearest ' neighbour didn't cross paths at all for the rest of the week, and I'm telling you, my days have never been more peaceful. So peaceful. Really.
Although I did have to meet up and put up with a couple of unscrupulous set persons now that I had my paycheck. My new and improved paycheck. Things otherwise went well.
I got to see my ball of light too.
The best part.
But after a week long of peace and somewhat stability in my soul. Reality hit.
The weekends.
My first weekend at my luxuriously furnished and free apartment.
Meaning crossing paths.
