It has been said that time heals all wounds. I don’t agree. The wounds remain. Time – the mind, protecting its sanity – covers them with some scar tissue and the pain lessens, but it is never gone. — Rose Kennedy
*Copyright: This material is protected by copyright owned by Meg Farrell, Farrell Writes LLC. 2016
Two days pass. I haven’t had any nightmares, and I haven’t heard from Justin either. I don’t know what I expected, but I had hoped at some point he would have called or texted me. I guess it was too much for him.
Kate bursts into my room. “Wake up! You’re going to be late.”
I laugh. “I’m not going to be late. This is my usual alarm time.”
“What? You never have to wake up with an alarm.” Her expression shifts from panicked friend to saucy friend.
I shrug and force a timid smile.
“Whatever!” She exclaims as she storms to the door. Turning back to me, she says, “We’ll talk over breakfast. Hurry up!”
I shower and dress for work. Applying a little bit of makeup, I think how Irma was right, as always. At some point, I need to call her. The thought reminds me that I owe Rhae a call to update her on Irma’s health.
Kate makes breakfast. I tell her how I left Justin stunned after our chat, and that I haven’t heard from him since. She is lost for words, which is just weird for Kate. I dismiss myself before it can get any weirder and head to work.
Work is typical. The only exception is how light I feel as I breeze around doing all my normal daily tasks. Although, I haven’t seen Justin, I’m all the better for having told him.
For the first couple of days, I feared I would see him, or that he would tell someone else and the rumor-mill would get cranked up. It hasn’t happened, and I know I’m over-thinking it.