A week had passed since the interaction in the cafe. During that time, there had been a whirlwind of happenings and emotions. What exactly were those happenings? Endless messages from Noah; him calling in person at my home; him even standing outside of my bedroom window with a boombox, blasting renditions from my favourite wrock band - The Dead Kneazles. Each of those efforts were met with radio silence.

That radio silence did not feel like a victory to me; I was more miserable than ever. Yet I wasn’t ready to talk it over with Noah. Did I even want to? That moment in the cafe played on a loop in my head, and it always made me feel worse than ever each time. How was it even possible to feel this miserable? I asked myself each time. Then I would kick that emotion away and replace it with the anger I used to mask the anxiousness I felt at being replaced.

When all those emotions drained me, I would flop on my bed and bury my face in my pillow. I would sob into it until my tear ducts were exhausted. I slept restlessly, which led me to be awakened with each toss, with each turn. Even my dreams were haunted by Noah who constantly hung out with Sabrina. To make matters worse, my once-friend seemed happier.

I was dealing with the consequences of my actions, and though I was miserable, okay with dealing with them.

What I could not stand was how much I missed Noah. But who needed him? Certainly not me. After all, I was not afraid to keep on living nor walking this Earth alone.