For me, the day felt like it stretched into one long blur, but at least it wasn’t the kind of blur that made me want to curl up and disappear anymore.
I stayed holed up in my dorm, half buried in my blanket, half glued to my phone. The sweet thing about today was that very few hours—or maybe every thirty minutes if I’m being honest—there was another text from Ryans.
You awake yet? Don’t forget the meds. I’ll drop by after classes. Or at least I hope so. It's promising to be a crazily busy day for me.
Did you eat? Don’t make me come drag you out of bed.
That last one made me roll my eyes so hard I almost dropped the phone, but I couldn’t stop the tiny smile tugging at my lips. I could almost hear his voice, teasing but protective, like he had found a way to wedge himself into the spac
