It’d been a week since I last saw Damian. I texted him the day he made us breakfast to thank him for staying over and for breakfast, but he didn’t reply to my text. I missed him. I wanted to text him again but didn’t want to look needy. I was disappointed in him when his text didn’t come after a week.
But then, who was I kidding? We were just friends; I was no one important to him. He must not feel the need to text me even though he had promised to.
I was tempted to call him, to ask him about it, but I called Rai’s mom instead to ask her how little Rai was doing, as I had been doing for the past seven days. Mom always told me not to worry; little Rai was doing fine.
