Attempting to College

Dan's been relentless. It's almost as though he can't process that we've broken up, or maybe he's determined to rewrite the story with his own version of reality. Every time we cross paths, his eyes lock on me with that confused hurt that keeps pulling me back to the day I discovered him with Zulu. 

Or rather, a day that, for him, hasn't happened yet. 

I hadn't considered how hard it would be to maintain distance, given that we live on the same campus and share some of the same classes. We're part of a House system here at college, a nod to the British-style traditions. My particular House, Marlowe, is famous for its spirit and community. My friends here, like Zulu, have always felt more like family. But it all feels different now like I'm playing along in a play where I already know everyone's lines. It's almost unbearable.