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I'm sitting. I'm waiting. I'm drinking coffee. I'm failing miserably at distracting myself from what he said. The café is ridiculously small, but very homey and quiet. Aside from me, an elderly couple and the staff, there's absolutely nobody here. I like that, it's what I need right now. Quiet. I've switched my phone to silence and now I'm just patiently waiting for the Uber. I feel drained and miserable and hollow. Riven has reached a new level of cruel, one I never thought he'd reach— bringing back my childhood insecurities.
I wish I could say that his insult is the only thing that's been bothering me so much so that I'm on the edge of loosing myself, but it's not. It's the insult and everything else. It's the constant anxiety licking up my skin whenever I step foot into my c
