Veronica, March 2000
It had been 8 months since Sam had moved to England, 8 months without zero contact from either of us. In the beginning, I convinced myself that he would come back to me, that he wasn't gone for good. I slept in his hoodie that he left at my house, just to be surrounded by his familiar scent and I kept my phone close by with the volume turned up loud just in case he called, I didn't want to miss it but he never did call, I convinced myself that he would come back for me but my denial soon turned into anger with the realisation that while I was waiting by the phone he was most likely out there, living it up with Shayla, probably laughing at how pathetic I was, if they ever thought of me at all.
Anger made me lash out at everyone around me, with Bridget on the receiving
