Chapter 24

At the end of the night, I literally had to be carried home, because I was not in a psychological condition to climb stairs or unlock a door. But somehow my friends managed to get me inside and waited until I locked the door to go to their homes. My apartment was silent, and even staggering I still had enough coordination to pick up my cell phone "to the moment forgotten on the shelf at home to prevent me from sending several messages to Flynn" ignoring several notifications to open my Facebook.

My friends had posted sequences of photos of us and several stories. Luckily in all of them I was very presentable and nothing changed by alcohol, and there were many complimentary comments. Among the people who liked the photos was Flynn, and he also commented on an emoticon with heart. Immediately I closed the application and entered WhatsApp, where the last message had been from him wishing me a good fun. Entering the application, my vision was cloudy and patchy trembling, even so, I ended