I gazed at my reflection, and the phrase "the ghost of myself" echoed in my mind. It was as if I was staring at a shadow of my former self, a reminder that the events of the past day had left a mark on me.
I tossed and turned throughout the night. Rachel's words about Miller haunted me, causing sleep to evade me.
As I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I almost didn't recognize myself. Dark circles had formed under my eyes, and my eyes seemed sunken, as if the weight of my thoughts was pulling me down, leaving me drained and exhausted.
Miller, the crux of my thoughts has been calling me nonstop. His calls had been relentless, but I was determined to ignore him. If I might be a fling to him, then it was better to cut ties before things get out of my control.
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