Amelie was right all along. I can't handle this, but I'm already too far gone. Stuck in this cycle, unsure if I'm still in love with him or just traumatized by how he treated me. Maybe it's both. Or maybe it's neither.
After a long day of anxiety and panic at my desk, and the exhausting conversation with Conor, I finally go home.
I decide to make arayes tonight—stuffed pita with juicy chicken. I follow a recipe on YouTube, focusing on each step to distract myself from the lingering thoughts of Conor. When it's done, I take a bite, and it actually tastes pretty good. A small victory. I feel proud of myself for this.
As I sit down to eat, my phone buzzes.
"It was nice seeing you today." The message says.
Conor.
I stare at the screen for a moment, feeling the familiar tightness in my chest. I send back a simple thumbs-up emoji, resisting the urge to engage further. After everything—especially the panic attack he triggered earlier—I can't let him pull me back in so easily.
I do the dishes, tidy up, and run myself a bubble bath, trying to calm my mind. Before bed, I read a few pages of a novel, letting the words carry me away, if only for a little while.
At least I can end my day on my terms.
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The best man
ChickLitLily and Conor have been inseparable since their university days, bound by a deep friendship that has weathered the test of time. While Conor appreciates Lily's presence in his life and the comfort of their relationship, he remains oblivious to the...
