Chiara
I’m bleary eyed the next morning when I wake up. I had been up most of the night rereading old conversations between Felix and I and agonizing over if blocking him had been the right decision. I know that it was, but it hurt all the same.
Eventually, I decided to delete the accounts I had made as Iris entirely. Even with his contact blocked, I was able to go back and look at old messages and I was driving myself crazy, pouring over every conversation for signs I had missed.
A loan groan escapes my lips as I pull myself out of bed and stretch my sore muscles. I look at the clock and see that I am running late. I debate skipping school entirely, but worry that it will look suspicious if I don’t go after what happened at the competition yesterday.
I quickly, not wanting to draw at
