That's right...Idina and the very friends I'd been avoiding.
Needless to say, they were shellshocked at the sight of me crying. For a long moment, we all just stood there.
"Are you okay?"
What the hell, do I look okay? "Yeah."
"No, I'm not." Ha. What a laugh. And what a lie. "I'm fine." I grabbed new tissues, not caring that the very act betrayed my own falsehood.
Our conversation continued on pointlessly like that before I sighed loudly, thrust my dirty tissues in the trash can, and walked out without so much as a word of parting. I took extra pains to look as irked as possible.
If I was going to suffer, then the whole world would know.