The rest of the day flew by in a blur. After Adrian broke the news of leaving to me, I trudged back into my room, and that was the last thing I knew.

I fell into a deep sleep.

Our conversation replayed in my head and it broke me so bad. The crash was brutal, it was a harsh reality check from the high I was riding.

My journal lay open on the stool beside the bed, a trusted confidant waiting to absorb my thoughts.

"Dear Journal", I wrote," I feel so lost. Adrian's leaving, and I feel really bad about it when I'm not supposed to. Although, a fleeting...