𝘾𝙀𝙊. - 𝘾𝙀𝙊 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

25.

━━━

Never more have I ever wanted a morning not to appear. 

But it did.

And the pain, mixed with the nausea and heartbreak could only be compared to genuine torture.

I have never felt so horrible in my life.

Not a single memory of any form of bullying I've endured over the years can compare to the emotional debilitation this has caused. 

And I find myself to blame; at least, my self-deprecating thoughts have dubbed me to be at fault.

Its a complex situation be either of our parts, but one thing I cannot understand, is how a man as intelligent as him can be so stupid.

My body has decided to grant me little to no mercy, spent with a migraine and a sick stomach, having to spend hours upon hours within the darkness, attempting to sleep most of the pain away. 

I knew he'd knocked on my door multiple times.

Called, texted me even. 

I did not reciprocate an ounce of attention. 

I question; am I being petty, but then, I drop the thought all together. 

Leaving, to fly back home, was my first plan, but this migraine has postponed the plan entirely. 

No way am I moving a single muscle, the pain is too much to bear.

He can head off to his business meetings and his Networking situation's on his own. 

I don't care for this job anymore.

And it's much easier to rot within these soft sheets than to force myself out of them.

The room still lingers of his scent. 

That singular factor did make me cry once more, mortifying enough. 

I feel horrible. In every way. I'm hungry, but to eat would leave me just as ill. I want to shower, to change and freshen up, but the motivation and energy have run off. 

I simply, 

can't be bothered.

I haven't spoken of what happened to anybody. 

And I'm afraid of the emotional repercussions I'd face if I did.

Even so, I still find myself checking the schedule for today. The things I was meant to do, the people I was meant to call. 

I didn't do a single thing. 

I'm quite content with that.

But I am acutely aware of the dinner event that was meant to be held within the week, the one held, containing multitudes of important men and women. 

An important networking opportunity for all of them. 

I was meant to go with Mr Dosteovsky. 

But now, I have spent my time searching for the fastest flights back home, whilst fighting the most horrific migraine. 

But, what surprised me, within the many calls and texts Mr Dosteovsky piled within my notifications tab, Rafe, my original stylist for when I was photographed had also left a few texts.

My gaze and curiosity would widen to the sight, knowing said texts were most likely to do with the dinner event, yet even so, the mostly one-sided conversation we'd have over text would further drive my motivation higher.