Its been 9 days, 9 days of torture and emptiness. I've had to seat on the same table with the same person who caused me this unbearable amount of pain. At first I thought he would stroll in side by side with Natasha but he didn't, she left after she recovered, said she was home sick or something but me? I think I'll be sick for the remaining days of this semester. He's taking everything so cool and calm like nothing even happened, its like I meant nothing to him, he feels nothing. He's this prestigious brat that I fell in love with who didn't have an ounce of feeling for me but I still care, I still love him.