Nick's POV
'Hey Nick are you gonna get some work done today?' My mother walked into my room asking carefully so she wouldn't step on my soft stop.
I shook my head as I pulled the blanket over, burying myself in my sun-soaked bed. I heard her sigh as she shut the door and left the room.
I wasn't avoiding anything…okay maybe I was. But it's really not easy moving on from her. All these years…every love song I ever heard, every time a girl touched me, every movie I watched reminded me of her. I know I really should be rejoining society but I honestly just can't pull myself together. It felt like a half of me died…or shall I say, half of me got married…
Anyways I eventually got up at around 2 in the afternoon as I went to practise basic hygiene which was the least I could do. I crashed on my couch as I reached for my laptop. I've been avoiding social media these few days since it's probably gonna bring me more pain and sadness. The last time I checked I had 33 missed calls, 17 text messages and 2780 whatsapp messages… yea I should never had joined so many active groups.
I signed in to my email account anticipating tonnes of mail and I was right. But one particular mail caught me eye.
It was untitled but I recognised the sender. It was from an old friend who used to be in the business but strangely one particular day onwards we never got any news from him anymore.
I clicked it as the screen reveals
-I know what happened before her wedding-
Damn… this is bad…
I dugged out my phone and called her