[Dawn.]
The next few weeks are horrible.
Aldo is working everyday and we don’t get any time to see each other. I suppose with heartbreak there’s all the deep sorrow you have to deal with, but having to pretend like nothing is wrong is even worse.
I can see how much it hurts Aldo too by the way we’re texting. After the first few days I realize I’ve been hanging out with Sophie just to maybe catch a glimpse of Aldo, so I stop bothering her so much.
It even starts making me sick. Nauseatingly so. To the point where in the mornings, I need something salty to eat. Like crackers or toast.
Two weeks in is the worst. I wake up on Saturday, and I vomit on my way to the bathroom. It’s horrid. With the sun pouring in through my window it stinks immediately and makes me sick again.
That’s when
