Keeps On… I 37C

Peggy focused intensely on her painting. Sure she would be driven insane by either his voice or his face. If going to his house was going to be torture then what is this? The silence of the large house was not a new thing. It was something she embraced sometimes whenever she got the chance, but not today. Nothing is safe anymore. It happened in school but like a curse, it followed her home and ruined her bed, her music, her art, her concentration. Putting in excess effort just to get him out of her head. Absolutely so not fair.