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I’m trapped in a hellish nightmare I can’t wake up from. And if this is what life is going to be like, I don’t want any part of it. Fuck this.
Alek made me promise to give him until June 11th to change my mind. Exactly one month from today. Will he still try?
He said he loved me. But did his father beat it out of him? Is love that easy to get rid of?
If so, all the fairytales we were told growing up are lies. True love is supposed to last happily ever after.
So, does that mean Alek never cared for me at all? Was he lying this entire time, telling me pretty lies to get me into his bed?
Now that he’s had a taste of Willow the Nympho, he’s grown bored, discarding me like an old, used-up toy.
But it felt so real. He showed me he cared, that he knew me better than I knew myself.
I can’t reconcile the Alek I thought I knew with the Alek who spoke so coldly to me today.
The door to the closet opens, and I startle at the interruption. Prisha takes a step inside but pauses when she sees me, her lunch box in hand.
“Oh, sorry,” she says. “I didn’t realize this room was taken.”
“It’s okay. Come on in.”
Prisha tilts her head to the side as if debating whether to accept my offer. “Shouldn’t you be off with Prince Alek?”
Hearing his name wrenches a sob out of me, and I bury my face in my hands. I can’t stop, my body quaking as burning tears gush forth.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Prisha asks, alarmed.
“W-We broke up.”
Saying it aloud shatters me.
Prisha kneels, but she hesitates before putting a hand on my shoulder.
We sit like this in silence, the only sound in the closet being my muffled sobs. She pats my back and lets me get it all out. I’m an endless well of tears these days.
Somehow, I manage to calm down into sniffles, and Prisha reaches into her bag and pulls out a package of tissues.
I sniff. “I’ve been a crappy friend to you lately. I’m sorry.”
She sighs. “I’ll admit, I was jealous of what you and Alek had. It felt like you forgot all about me when you started spending all your time with him.”
“Being boy-crazy isn’t an excuse to treat your friends like shit.”
“But friends forgive each other, right?” She gives me a weak smile. “When was the last time you ate?”
I shrug.
She takes her lunchbox and sets it on one of the nearby shelves, where she props it open. Taking aluminum foil out of the box, she passes it to me. “Here’s some naan. Eat.”
“I’m not hungry.”
Prisha turns my hand over and places the wrapped naan in my palm. “Eat it anyway. I’ll bring you lunch every day for the rest of the term to make sure you do. That way, you don’t have to go into the dining hall if you don’t want to.”
I stare at the aluminum foil in my hand, running my thumb along the edge. “Thank you.”
“Of course. Now, let me tell you about one of the books I read recently. It’s all horror and no romance.”
“Is there blood and guts?”
