With a click, I exited the group chat and silenced my phone. The digital world buzzed on without me, its superficial praise and false cheerfulness nothing more than background noise. I returned to my work, the medical records providing a brief refuge from the storm raging in my mind. By the time I finished, darkness had settled outside.
While doing all that, I refused to listen to any of my mates' attempts to mind link me.
As I finally checked my phone again, I saw dozens of missed calls from him. There were even messages, but I refused to care anymore.
I stood up after hours of sitting, but suddenly my world felt like it was spinning. I thought it was because my body was shocked by the sudden movement, but when I looked in the mirror, I saw my nose bleeding.
