Izzy and I had work throughout the next week, the school was busy in preparation for language competitions, and Izzy and I were completely overwhelmed with tutoring students night and day. So hanging around the flat was out of the option, and I was glad. I couldn’t face Pierre, that was something I was trying to put out of my mind.

The windows stayed shut and curtained for the remainder of the week, and I had accustomed myself to drowining out any stray outside sound and replacing it with that of my own music. I had pulled out my guitar from the closet, and began plucking awkwardly at it. It had been awhile since I had played, but after awhile it came back naturally, and before I knew it, I was driving Izzy crazy with my cover is Life on Mars? whenever she came over.

She kept prodding me to go over and see Pierre, but I felt that I needed some distance. It was just weird. I felt like he was so serious, and the last thing I am is that.

But I also couldn’t help but feel guilty for shutting him out.