I woke up the next day with swollen eyes and hair sticking up everywhere. I had a blocked nose and a limp in my steps from that kick I delivered during the fight.

I felt like complete and utter shit. I decided that a hot chocolate with some marshmallows might help. I got out of my bed to make myself the drink, grabbing my phone with me to check my notifications.

Monic's message was the first one to catch my eyes. She wrote a whole paragraph asking how I was doing. I knew she had ...