★Noah★
“I can’t take it anymore,” I muttered. The city had become unbearable. Every street, every corner, everything carried a memory of her. I had never realized how much of my world had become intertwined with Anastasia until she was gone. Now, all I could see was the empty space she had left behind, a void nothing could seem to fill. I tried to push past it, to convince myself that time would dull the ache, but it only grew sharper with every passing day. I needed to get away. I did what I had to do, and my first stop was the coffee shop. I hated to do it, because I loved working there, but my dead heart was no longer in it. I quit. It was inevitable. While I had enjoyed the job, it had served its purpose. But what is the point now? I had no desire to serve people or to smile and prete
