Maya

I spend my first vacation day doing absolutely nothing. It should be incredible and everything I hoped it would be, but I can’t get past the fact that I quit my job. And in a big way, I feel like I quit Richard too.

I stare up at the ceiling for what feels like hours, trying to decide what to do. The urge to check in on James is almost as strong as the desire to reply to Richard’s message. How could I not after he sent me a photo of my chair and a word that translates into something along the lines offeeling miserable.

I don’t know what to do with all the feelings hitting me all at once. While I feel angry at Richard for how he acted at Dreamland, I feel equally guilty to know he is suffering because of me. I’m not the kind of…