Chapter 3
The weekend went by fast. Patrick and I did f**k, yes, but then he dropped the bomb. He’s moving to Europe for work. Oh well. Who knows why, but I feel a kind of relief.
Our relationship has been over for a long time, and there isn’t much left to cry about. And maybe it’s realizing this that makes me feel like s**t for a whole week after he leaves. It’s unfortunate to realize you don’t have anything to care about.
It’s Friday, and during a break when nobody seems to need me, I go on the internet and start surfing without a precise goal.
I check my email and then, I don’t know how, I find myself thinking about Sean. I haven’t seen him all week long. Obviously he isn’t going to borrow a book a week; he has a job keeping him busy and it’s only logical he didn’t show up.
I think
