✤ Sera ✤
I wasn’t sure if I should go. All day, the question circled through my mind like a slow, heavy current. Every time I tried to focus on something else, my notes, my assignments, even the way Lina kept rambling about a classmate who couldn’t tell the difference between Freud and a French pastry, my thoughts drifted right back to him. Adrian. His message. His silence before it. My own message last night that I immediately regretted. I had impulsively poured my insecurity into a single line:
I don’t think this is a good idea anymore.
Even as I sent it, a part of me knew it wasn’t the truth. But standing outside his backdoor last night, feeling stupid and unwanted, that was how I had felt in the moment. And now here I was. Standing in my room with my coat pulled tight around my shou
