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A few days have passed, yet I still haven't answered Mason's and Ben's texts they sent. In my defense, I was busy these past few days: doing back to back fashion shows and attending acting classes because I'm planning on becoming a part of the acting community. Besides the business and back to the texts, it looked like Mason sent another message last night, but I was too scared to even open it.

I decided to open Ben's text first... it said, "I'm doing fine if ur wondering..." assuming because I told him I was worried back in the hotel room.

Then, I opened Mason's:

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mase

mase
the silent treatment is kinda crazy
nora, so i have a gut feeling i should
tell u this... now or never

mase
a little birdy told me that u didnt fucking
care / said it was unimportant abt how i
asked u the other day how u were bc of what
happened + how i said i loved u

mase
notice how i said "loved"

me
mason what r u talking abt

me
ofc i care

mase
now ur opening the text?? if u did
care u would reply right away, or
just THAT DAY

mase
i knew u were on ur phone too, i
saw ur stories w soph back in
madrid

me
stop im sorry...

me
i wanted to give u space

mase
well

mase
i think we should stay away from
each other for a bit, this whole
dating thing is kinda... idk how
to say it

me
overwhelming ?

me
bc ye i agree

mase
i hope we can still be friends until
we finally figure this out

mase
just giving space... like u said

me
yeah...

me
that would be nice

mase
ok tysm cya

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What just happened? Maybe I shouldn't have given him the space I thought he needed to make up with Chilly, not unless they made up right after the minor quarrel. Maybe the dating thing was overwhelming, but we just made it official to public like last week. Why does everything happen at such the wrong times possible? Did we even break up? It's so complicated.

Who the fuck cares anymore, it's like all over now... kinda just a memory. I feel empty on the inside, maybe it's just a break— but who even knows anymore?

I wanted to tell Sophia, but I don't wanna tell her I lied to her— what if she was the one who told him that I "didn't care"? It wouldn't be her fault since I was the one who lied, I fucked everything up.

Instead, I decided to tell my childhood friend Isla, we finally got in touch once again after the party. Glad I can tell her anything again.