No Waiting(2)
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I began to deliberately reduce the frequency of replying to Stanley's messages. When he asked me for help, I stopped being available and made excuses for myself. I told him I was busy with homework and activities.
Stanley might have noticed it, or perhaps he was impatient. In short, he gradually stopped contacting me.
Yet, I seemed to have serious withdrawals.
I could not eat, and sometimes I could not sleep.
As soon as my phone chimed, I would take it over reflexively to see if it was him.
I was torn between expectation and disappointment, and I was in a state of constant suffering.
Finally, one day when I rushed out of the door of the dormitory building for class, I bumped into a person. When I fell to the ground, my head was extremely dizzy. I heard a ringing in my ears.
The girl I bumped into took my arm and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
I looked up at her.
It was Charmaine.
8
Charmaine skipped a grade and was now our senior.