Ezekiel
I slumped onto my bed, the mattress creaking under my weight. The room finally looked like a room again. The clothes were folded, books back on the shelf, the mess from last night’s frantic search for the necklace gone. My arms ached from all the cleaning, but my mind was still restless.
I picked up my phone and opened i********: out of habit. Days ago, I had noticed Nyla unfollowed me. It had stung more than I wanted to admit. I quickly checked my notifications, hoping stupidly that she had followed me back. At least then I could tell myself she had settled whatever issue she had with me. Even if I still didn’t fully understand what I had done wrong. Neither she nor her brother wanted to explain anything.
No new follow from her.
Instead, I saw over five hundred new followers.
