Despite my best intention of forgetting about them, Andrew’s words still weigh on me the next day. He left early to go to the gym, as usual, and I would normally have breakfast at work, but now, I’m somehow strangely feeling all guilty just from looking at our basket of cookies…
“Ophelia, what’s wrong?”
Laetitia just brought me a cup of hot cocoa, looking worried. Kitty pulls her chair over to listen to me, too. I feel a bit embarrassed to tell them about it, but I can’t go on like this. I don’t want to have them worry about me all day…
“My boyfriend and I had… we had a little fight yesterday. It upset me a bit.”
“What did he say?” Asks Kitty.
I tell them everything about it, trying to recall his words precisely. They both frown when I tell them how the conversation ……
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