Today, I woke up feeling like I had been run over by a truck seven thousand times. Just, my luck I thought as I realized that my period was here. I quickly ran to the bathroom in hopes f being able to get something but I didn’t have one.
So doing the only thing there was, I called for Christian. Although I wasn’t so sure that he would come around. I still did with all my might. When that didn’t work I opted using the tissue as a makeshift pad.
As I walked out of my bedroom, I made an effort t try to find Christian.
I walk down the stars , hoping that he is in the kitchen. When I don’t find him there, I sit for a while. Where could he be I question myself?
Coming to the conclusion that he must be still asleep, I brace myself for the steps once again as I climb up.