That Would Do

MONIQUE

Seven days and seven nights.

It was how long I'd spent in my home, alone.

Deliberately, I'd shut myself off from the internet and the world in its entirety since I was so much in the know of what the headlines would read. Frankly speaking, I couldn't decipher if I regretted that night at all. It wasn't something I felt bad about and at the same time, I wasn't pumped up about it. Adrenaline didn't course through my veins because of it.

Voyeurism was definitely not my thing.

My phone. It was better we didn't even start a discussion about that since it'd been a week since I'd last set eyes on the mobile device.

All I did was eat whatever thing I found edible in the refrigerator. I knew it was only time that would make me run out of stuff, but still, I wasn't getting out.

It wasn't even due to the shame. Pfft. Who gave a shit about what those pricks thought about me? Well, to an extent, I cared, but it wasn't to the level where I'd be stuck in the house because of them.

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