#CHAPTER 24: Always Starting Over

MILA: Thankfully I had about twenty minutes before I was supposed to meet Felix so that he could walk me home. Strangers passed me on the sidewalk, clearly wondering what was going on with the crazy American having a public breakdown. I was so miserable and torn up inside I couldn’t even be bothered to worry about what they were thinking. I managed to gather myself by the time Felix arrived, or at the very least, make myself fairly presentable. I was somewhat able to control my tears, although I knew that my mood was visibly sour. Thankfully, he didn’t push it when he saw me, even though there was clear worry in his eyes. Felix met me five minutes early, this time bringing a hot chocolate from one of the stalls on the strip. He looked surprised to see my tearstained face, surprised enough to greet me with a warm hug, forgetting we were trying to be discreet in public. As we walked back to my motel, I took a sip of the hot chocolate. I almost started crying again–thick and ric