Chapter 38

Sitting on the chair, in central park, I'm reading a book, or I should say that I'm just staring at the pages, because I'm unable to focus on reading.

For the last two days, I've just been waiting for Aiden's call or a text. Neither he called nor sent a text to me. Does he not even care about me anymore? It has never happened in our six months of relationship that he doesn't call me after our fight.

I've not eaten anything in these two days. I don't feel like eating anything at all. I feel so weak, my limbs feel heavy and uncooperative. Emotionally, I'm on the edge—a mix of sadness, anxiety, and a strange numbness that has made it hard to focus on anything other than Aiden.

Just then, my phone starts buzzing; glancing at the phone screen, tears brim in my eyes as soon as I see Aiden's caller ID. On one hand, I'm dying to talk to him; on the other hand, I don't even want to pick up his call.

Struggling between the inner turmoil, I pick up Aiden's call a second time, but don't utter