My head is aching with intense ferocity as I lay my head on top of my desk in the office, trying to get some much needed sleep. After my verbal exchange with Theron the other day, we hadn't spoken to each other until last night when I told him that my sick leave was finished and that I'd be resuming work the next day, to which he hummed to.
It's been really tensed between us, and the physical distance he's giving me pulls at the remnants of the broken heart strings of my heart. It's been really tough staying away from him, but if that's what I have to do in order to be sane even though it's killing me, then I'd do it.
Every thought of him floods my mind and my body itches to be close to him but I fight against it. Still laying my head sideways, my phone pings with a massage and I lift my head up to glance at it.
It's a text from him.
"Get me coffee."