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I opened my eyes suddenly, looked around, and realized that my room was bathed in sunlight. Somehow, I had fallen asleep, who knows at what hour. My eyes hurt, and my whole body begged me to stay still in bed all day without doing anything.

It had been over three weeks since I had last seen or spoken to Ethan.

I called him many times, but he never responded.

Was I worried? I had stopped worrying about it last week. Did I assume he had chosen his job over me? Yes, I had assumed that a while ago.

My days passed quickly; I distracted myself with my friends or my father. I was still on vacation, so I always looked for activities to do. Only two weeks left until classes resumed, so reading about what I would study that year was a great distraction.

I was still hurt and very angry. My friends noticed a change in my behavior, and whenever they could, they asked me about Ethan.

I had told them part of what had happened, and although they thought there was something strange about it all, I saw