#Chapter 216 The Brokenhearted

Three days after my fight with Andrew, I sat at my dining table at 3 p.m. with a bowl of cereal in front of me. My robe hung limply around me, and my pajamas had become like a second skin. I could use a shower, but I didn’t care; I didn’t care about a lot lately. I hadn’t talked to anyone since my last text to Lily. I had ignored text after text, call after call, and I knew that I had worried a lot of people, but I couldn’t find it in me to return any of their messages. My heart hurt too much. I spooned the cold cereal into my mouth. It tasted bland on my tongue, and I almost wanted to gag. All I had eaten since the fight was cereal and peanut butter sandwiches, but I could not get myself to make anything else; the very thought of food repulsed me. I forced myself to eat more. I knew that I had to eat for my health, but I did not want to. I did not want to do much of anything. “Crystal?” Jeffrey asked as he approached the table. He had insisted on keeping his rounds inside the hou