I went about my daily activities that day without the enthusiasm and energy I usually carried. Every movement I made felt like a chore, and each step was heavier than the last.
The brightness that used to accompany my mornings had vanished, replaced by a bleak, shadowy haze that seemed to trail me wherever I went. I was merely existing. My thoughts refused to stay quiet. They circled endlessly around the same truth, that my future now looked bleak and uncertain.
'What happens now? What if he rejects me? No! Don't think about that. It won't happen. Maybe he was in a bad mood?' These thoughts didn't cease to repeat themselves in my mind.
Salana was hurt, but she tried her best to reassure me. To make me stop brooding on only negative outcomes.
But no matter how much I tried, I couldn't eliminate the thoughts.
