SOME REMINISCING

GREG:

The day hit me hard, and all I could do was lie unmoving in bed. It hurts. It shouldn't, but my heart chose to be broken. Anger, disappointment, or whatever it was—I felt lost.

James sensed something was wrong but couldn't extract the reason for my sudden change in behavior. He asked throughout the drive back home, but received my endless sighs instead of words.

I was weak and unreasonable. Soon, I would have to tell James the truth, but the truth was, there was nothing to tell. There is no logical reason for me to be affected by Nicholas' actions, yet I was.

I ended up blaming James. I needed someone to blame other than Nicholas or myself. He talked me into joining him at the gym this morning. Dad equipped a large gym suite somewhere in the mansion, yet, he persisted to explore the city in my company.

James and his friends are the only ones who use the gym in the mansion. I had initially thought he wanted me there with him, but then he mentioned wanting one in the city. I veto