I stared blankly at the missed calls and messages from Paul. Which put me back into a sour sorrowful mood.
Great idea.
I just clicked on the apps so they didn’t say missed or unread anymore, but the view was too beautiful to ruin by actually reading the messages or listening to the missed calls. And I need to have my game on for tonight.
I deserve to enjoy it rather than dwell on the past, but I do need to action some of my to-do list regarding said past. Going onto social media, I blocked Paul and his w***e everywhere and deleted all messenger messages between us. Ignoring all the new messages before I deleted them.
Then I decided to actually block Paul altogether until I got back home.
That put a smile on my face, before I put on some music and sat back, closing my eyes again.
