Every morning, I come up empty. Was the writing on the wall all along and I just missed it, or worse, did I ignore it? It's been twelve days since Ryan and I ended things, not that I’m counting, and the silence haunts my thoughts. This was a loneliness I wasn’t prepared for. Langley has called every day to check on me, and every day, I tell her the same thing; I’ll be fine. My mom has been no help, acting as if I should have seen it coming, but I’m not like her. I don’t expect the worst. “Em,” Joss calls from the other side of my door. “Lemme in.” This has been the routine since the breakup. She comes by, and I ignore her. I go to work and do my job, but as soon as the day ends, I turn into a hermit. I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want Joss to jump on my bandwagon, and if I have to see Cam look at me one more time with pity in her eyes, I might scream. I mean, honest to God, scream. “I’m fine, Joss,” I yell from the couch. “Great, then let me in. We can talk or not talk, I don’t care, I just want to see you,”
