For the next two weeks prior to winter break, Natalie had herself submerged in her studies; managing to take all thoughts of Jackson Henderson from her mind; at least for the most part. She considered herself strong for being able to read the lessons of Psychology without hearing his voice, the words that were clearly written by his English cerebrum now spoken by a dry substitute. And each day away from his pending gaze, charming words, and angelic touch, she was able to feel the sting of his absence a little bit less. But she was lying to herself and anyone who passed her if she claimed she hadn’t thought of him. After all, he was her first with so many things. But luckily, she had someone else to distract her for more important things.
“I’m telling you that we have to hang them up befo
