"How long do you plan on being like this?" Eva's worried voice rang into my head and I looked up from the pillow, meeting her worried gaze.
"I don't know," I said, sitting up with my ruffled hair caressing every inch of my face. "A week? Two weeks? A month? Six years? Eternity? Can't tell."
"What? Are you hurting that much?"
"I am, Eva. I feel like my heart got crushed into a million pieces. And I'm not sure how long it's gonna take for me to fix it. I really hate feeling so pathetic."
"I'm sorry, Kat." Her heartfelt apology brought tears to my eyes. Then she asked. "Did you try to talk to Rex about it?"
"There's nothing to talk about with him. He said what he said. I got the message loud and clear. But I can't help feeling so stupid for ever deeply loving him and fantasizing about
