The memory of what could have ended
Oh my God, it can't be that just a couple of hours ago, everything I had with Harry was about to end.
[Flashback]
I spent two hours in the cafeteria with my boss, said goodbye to her, and then locked myself in my room. I tried calling Harry, but his phone was off, and I was sent to voicemail. I had the intention of looking for him, but that exceeded the limits I should pass, I shouldn't stalk him, so I decided to stay home. The afternoon, almost night, arrived and my aunt came up to my room to leave me a glass of milk with a couple of saltine crackers. I thanked her for the detail and also apologized for deciding to stay locked up.
She told me there would be no problem, that she would do the same, but to watch one of her soap operas. I couldn't he
