Monday 8th December
61 days after
I served my last coffee of the day before dragging myself to the staff room. I saw Ella laying on the couch, - in the exact same position she had been a couple months earlier - playing flappy bird, but as soon as i she spotted me, she sat up and let me sit beside her. I laid down and rested my head on her legs, feeling truly exhausted. I smiled as Ella began braiding my hair a little, suddenly reminding me off Arabella, whom i have spent a lot more time with now that my dad is getting sicker.
"So how have you been?" Ella asked and i shrugged in reply, because thats honestly how i felt. I mean what was i supposed to say, 'well, the fact its been two months since i've seen, or had any form of contact, with the guy i fell for, and the fact my dads going to die any day now isn't the best but other than that i'm fine.' Yeah thats a way to kill a conversation.
"It'll be okay Charlotte." She whispered as she gave up on the braid and started running her fingers through my hair. But she was wrong. It wasn't going to be okay. I messed up. I wasn't thinking when i told him to leave. Maybe it wasn't the right thing to do... Damn. I bit down on my lip from saying anything i would regret.... Wow...Déjà vu...Dammit. Why did i tell him to leave.
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P.s. I did an early update because schools on strike today, yay. Sorry this is short. Tomorrows chapter is better. I might actually post over this weekend instead of taking a break but idk. I'll tell you in tomorrows chapter. Thank you for getting If You Don't Know to 600 reads (-: love you.
