#Chapter 37: A cold war

Nan’s POV A cold war had broken out in the house. Weeks had passed since our kiss. We could barely stand to be in the same room as each other. I tried not to speak to him unless I had no choice. If he walked into a room I was in, I would try and find an excuse to exit. I knew he must have been doing the same. My emotional state is in shambles. The pain in my chest is back tenfold. Some nights I just want to lay in bed and cry. Others had me subconsciously walking in the direction of Lionel’s office. To apologize…to finish our fight…I do not know. I feel crazed. Even David’s mercenary breaking up and stealing my best friend had not made me feel this much. But I will not apologize. Not first. Not this time. And it seems that neither will Lionel. In this, perhaps our matching stubbornness is not for the best. But I don’t know how much longer I can take this. Dinner with the girls is awkward. I am all too aware of Lionel’s presence. We do not talk or look at each other