Noelle's [POV]
Steve's sent me twelve texts ranging from apologetic to apocalyptic. I haven't responded to him either. I told him I needed time to think, but I guess he's not ready to give that to me. His last text came about three hours ago. It was just a line of question marks.
Kit's text is the only one that's made me feel at all supported.
Get some sleep. Take a breath. Be nice to yourself. You did the right thing. Just think about what you need, what you want. Everyone else can take care of themselves. I'll call you later. I love you.
My phone beeps again. It's Steve. I can't deal with it. I'm so tired. I cuddle further down underneath the overstuffed duvet. My head sinks back into the mounds of silky pillows. If I'm going to be miserable, this is the place to do it. I don't think I've ever been so comfortable or warm. I'd like to disappear into this bed and never come out, but I need to get some winter clothes if I'm going to stay in Blitzen Bay for a few days.
