I was in no mood to get up from bed. Hurting was not enough to describe how I felt that day.
I should have listened to Damian. Changing schools might have been the better option for me. Or maybe I could have opted to finish the semester studying online. It was a poor decision to get back to school.
Devastated was not enough to explain how I feel right now. I did not want to get up.
Then I heard my bedroom door opening. I already knew who it was. It was Damian.
He was at my bedside after a few seconds. I felt the edge of my bed move to his weight.
"Hey, you came home early. I thought your class was till six in the afternoon. It's just past lunch and you are here now." He asked.
"I am not feeling well." I was lying, but I really did not feel well. I felt bad seeing Reed today.
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