Chapter Thirty Four

“Fuck.”

God forbid that was the first word that came out of my mouth when I woke up with a really bad headache. It wasn’t new, to be honest—I deal with it almost a day or two within a week. Doctors said it was chronic and had to take medicines, but I just try to hold it in if I could.

I didn’t want to skip work for the day, but I was really sick that leaving my bed for a while just gives me bad headaches I would never want to experience ever again—but it has always been a part of me, thanks to migraines.

When I called sick to my manager, Mila was fast to call. I couldn’t even determine if she was my friend or a manager who nags way too much when you get ill over stressors of some sort.

It felt nice… to have someone nag you because you don’t put much concern over yourself. It’d probably sound ridiculous, but it feels nice—maybe because I grew up not having anyone by my side to dictate wheth