It was Saturday afternoon, and I was still on my bed. I hadn't moved an inch except for the bare necessities. The only time I stood up was to take my bath or go pee, and even then, I practically crawled back under the covers the second I was done. The bed was the only place I could be. I ate breakfast in bed, thanks to my nephew and Dina, who brought it to me on a tray like I was some kind of invalid.
And the snacks. I really don't know where they got them from or whose money they used, but I've been eating all day, lying on my bed and staring at videos on my phone.
The phone Princess bought for me.
Every time the screen lit up, my mind went straight back to yesterday. I kept seeing the same scene on a loop: Princess breaking up with me in that cold parking lot. I just couldn't think about anything else. I replayed so many scenarios in my head, thinking of things I should have said or how to get her back, but the memory of her walking away just wouldn't fade.
