Moving vans. Boxes. Tape. Packing. Unpacking.
No time for goodbyes and absolutely no time for tears. You have to watch the puppy to make nice. It pees everywhere and needs constant attention. You're stranded, just as alone as you were last year. Two people not answering your texts. He doesn't answer your texts.
He who wouldn't leave you alone. He who was so in love with you. He whose friends decided you'd broken his heart because you didn't think he was your other half.
It's empty, lonely. It's bare and it is cold, but you won't change anything so you don't muddy the waters. Sacrifice your comfort. Sacrifice your mental health. You do it every year and this won't be any different.
Interaction doesn't come naturally. You pick each word carefully then pick apart your choices later. Their facial expressions are vague and unclear. You don't know them well enough to evaluate what they mean. When will clarity come?