The days after I officially moved most of my things to Sofia’s apartment started to blur together in a rhythm I was forcing myself to accept. I'm sure Damien was blowing up my phone with calls because he noticed my things were gone. I didn't tell him because I did not want him to try and stop me. But staying here till I got my own apartment was not that bad.
Mornings meant waking up on a lumpy couch with a crick in my neck, making burnt toast while Sofia complained about her job, and then heading to the diner for my shift. I would always just shake my head at her, we worked the same job, but she complained more than anyone else.
Afternoons were filled with classes and late-night study sessions in the library, where I buried myself in case briefs and practice exams to avoid thinking abo
