ONE MONTH LATER
SOPHIA
Call me stupid but I go along with Abdallah to the university every day after that one time. Despite what one might think, having nothing to do all day makes you feel purposeless and no way is it fun.
Unlike yesterday, I head straight to benches. Finding a free space along with some random guy, I plop myself down. Then, I fish out my diary from my backpack.
My pen hovers over a blank page. The constant bickering around me makes me lose focus every time. I chew on my bottom lip and press the tip of my pen to the page, managing to form a sentence.
Pretending to be fine around Abdallah is becoming harder than I thought. He─
No no no. I quickly cross it all out. Why the hell am I writing about Abdallah?
Without my permission, the pen smoothly glides across the p
