Chapter 61: The Wait

[2 days before D-day]

I'm starting to lose my mind. I paced back and forth inside our room. I picked up my phone from my bed, and when I saw nothing from Neuron, I threw it again on the bed.

I bit my nails out of paranoia.

If he still doesn't contact me, I would have no choice but raid his house, tie him up, and hide him somewhere during the anniversary.

So, please! Please, Neuron! Don't make me do that to you!

Call me, I beg you!

The door opened and Geraldine went inside wearing her usual camp shirt.

"I'm worried for you, Rath. You haven't had dinner. And now, you didn't eat breakfast either. Are you going to starve yourself? Do you think the prince will come to you if you starve?"

I sat on my bed and massaged my temple. Now that she mentioned meals, I got dizzy. It's not that I'm purposely starving myself. The paranoia given to me by waiting for his call is making me lose appetite.