MATTEO
Five days. Five f*****g days of literal hell.
I hadn’t smiled in five days. I hadn’t eaten a full meal. I hadn’t stopped pulling my hair from its roots. I hadn’t breathed right. I hadn’t formed a simple coherent thought. And worst of all?
Thekla hadn’t spoken to me.
And trust me, I’d tried everything in the books. Every single thing that had worked over the years whenever we had a disagreement. I’d sent several bouquets to her house, I’d written her poems from scratch, I’d groveled by her window like a lovesick puppy, and I’d sent her ton of apology texts and letters.
But none of that had caught her attention and she continued to ignore me, both online and in person.
I was losing my f*****g mind without her and I felt like I’d long crossed the verge of insanity and was now bas
