It's been 9 days since the last party and it's another Sunday.I failed the psychology exam on Friday, but I don't think it has anything to do with the fight between us, after all, everyone knows that the psychology subject of the college entrance examination is hell.

There are days until the next exam, so I'm not going to study for this weekend, I didn't even take Henry out for a walk, I asked my mum to.I just stayed in the room, drew the curtains, played games, watched TV, and had nothing to do all day.

My mother came over at 1:[-] p.m. to ask me if I wanted lunch, only to find that I was tightly wrapped in a quilt, like a rice dumpling, my hair hadn't been washed for many days, and there was a real estate exhibition on TV.

She sat on the bed. "Are you all right, Nick?"

"Ah."

"Where's Charlie? I haven't seen him in days." I blinked slowly and turned to look at her.

"We had an argument."

"Isn't that a few days ago, dear?"

"Nine days."

"Aren't you reconciled yet?"

"No."

"Oh baby." She tried to pat my leg, but what she actually patted was a ball of quilt.

"Have you talked to him?"

"He broke up with me."

"Huh? Are you sure? Doesn't sound like something Charlie would do?"

"I'm sure." She breathed out. "Baby, I'm sorry." She reached out to hug me, and I slid into her arms, still in the shape of a dumpling.

"Life will get better, and you'll be fine." It was hard for me not to cry again.

"Would you like some pizza tonight?" she asked. "Special extra meal." I nodded. "OK."

"I love you so much, baby. You're going to be fine."

"I love you too, Mom." But I don't think I'm ever going to get better.I don't think I can get out of this life.

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