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It has been a rough week. You feel like all your movements consist of you crawling in and out of your bed. Your pillow is constantly wet with your tears and your chest is permanently tightening in the void of nothing but heartbreak.
You don't exactly need to leave your apartment since all of your classes are still online, and your cabinets are still full enough for you to survive for a little bit longer. So, honestly, if you were to leave, it would be out of a spontaneous decision, something you're sure won't happen any soon.
The only bit of fresh air you've caught in the last few days was when you opened your bathroom window to get your shower's steam out of the small room, yet other than that... just nothing.
Today marks 7 days since you have broken up with your boyfriend of a year and a half, Nolan.
The reason behind your break up is a complete result of the snowball effect. It all started with small fights which always ended with you apologizing and him sort of forgiving you, and with small fight after small fight, a whole shouting argument was bad enough to mark the end of your relationship.
Nolan said so much, that he now admits that not even 1% of it is true, but it was enough to break your heart and force you to walk away.
It was definitely a break up. It was no Hollywood movie argument with an open ending in which the main characters never actually say the words. You two said it, and you two agreed on ending everything and cutting all tights right there. Right in the middle of his apartment.
You feel miserable and you've caught yourself trying to call him at crazy hours of the night a few times already. You never ended up actually doing it, but there was a time that it was close enough for it to ring one time - not even enough for it to even reach his phone.
Your week consists in at least 3 full days of classes, which does sound awful, but you feel like everything just gets worse when you're left to stay by yourself and with your reality. All because even though you're not listening to what your teachers are saying, you've got at least some sort of noise to occupy your mind.
But, god, nights are the worst. Looking out of your window to stare at the city view is not the same anymore, having sweet or salty sneaky snacks is not the same anymore, watching your favorite show under all your blankets is not the same anymore. You're suffering so much that you can't find anything even slightly enjoyable.
Now, Nolan, on the other hand, has to leave his apartment. He has to work, go to the ice rink, and practice every morning. And, in reality, no matter how much his coaches are screaming in his face, he just can't find a way to fix whatever he's doing wrong.
