ESTRELLA'S POV
“What do you mean?“ I ask with a breathless laugh. What does he mean by putting the journal and pen he brought me to use. Surely he doesn't mean putting my thoughts in a book was a way to cure my boredom?
“You like planning things, don't you?“ He says, and I remember the deep feeling of purpose that filled me when I was planning both dinners I had hosted this year. Although they were both very simple dinners, I still loved it.
“Very much.“
“I think you're taking your friend leaving very badly because your days will go back to being mundane.“
“Now, you're a shrink, huh?“ I tried to laugh his comment off to deflect how close his words hit home. He had perfectly described what I was going through in clear, simple terms.
“It's the truth, and you know it.“
“Yeah. Okay,
