Chapter 22 : Missing

Days had passed since Noah and I shared our night of passion and love, but I was plagued with nausea and pain every time I thought positively about it or about him.

What could possibly be wrong with me?

A sharp pain thundered through my skull and the beginning of a theory was suddenly gone.

I found myself losing my train of thought recently. I tried to write things down before I forgot, but barely managed to scribble down one word before it was wiped from my brain.

The most painful part, however, was avoiding Noah. It had been such an easy feat when he and I were still at odds with each other, but now it was an impossibility unless I remained in my office.

My phone buzzed constantly and was now filled with unread texts from Noah. I was too afraid to read what he sent, too afraid that any good feeling I had about him would be interrupted by bouts of sickness and violent pain.

Every so often he would knock on my door, begging me to open and talk to him. But I just remained