The following morning was surprisingly less brutal than I thought it’d be. I could hardly believe I’d slept through Edi leaving. She was gone when I woke. But then I’d tossed and turned most the night so when I finally fell asleep I must’ve knocked out good. Of course, knowing Edi, I thought she’d probably done her best not to wake me to avoid having to talk to me.
I tried to go about my day as usual, though I could hardly concentrate on anything. Not only were thoughts of Edi and what was going to happen with us invading my mind all day, thoughts of Aaron never really left my mind either. I considered calling him more than once but just couldn’t. I felt guilty enough that what should be all-consuming reflections of loss and fear about what was going to happen between Edi and me were being drowned out by thoughts of him.