There have existed four days since the scolding I received from Adrian, meaning it's a Friday. The sun has already gone down, dusk is taking over, and I am currently desolately straddled at our favourite locale in the kitchen, reminiscing about how horribly choking the week has been. I know I had said that my monthly cycle weeks are disastrous ones, but please, I take that back now. The cold and tight-lipped antidote I have received from Adrian these past four days is way too much and has not allowed me to rest.

He is awfully distant. We don't share coffee anymore. We don't talk, and if we do, it's...