Two weeks.
This would be how long it would take me to finally remove myself from the confines of this bed and back into society; as long as ‘society’ meant no longer staining my childhood pillows with the memories made in a few short weeks that managed to swell and ultimately break my heart at the mere thought of them. I was forced to return back to the city for the remaining few weeks until college would begin as I refused to share a space with either Cliff or my mother after the blow out. Instead, I would pace the floor of our penthouse and order takeout, and watch romance movies until berating the male leads enough to believe that my heart no longer held an excitement for men scripted like that. But it would be the therapy in the form of ordering pointless trinkets and useless clothes
