Emma’s week passed in a blur of confusion and determination. She kept herself busy with work, trying to avoid Alexander’s lingering presence in her mind. Yet every time she passed his office or caught the faint scent of his cologne in the hallway, her resolve wavered.
She hadn’t replied to his text. Not because she didn’t care but because she didn’t know what to say. His words were a promise, but promises could be broken.
It was Friday evening when Emma found herself staring out her apartment window, watching the rain streak down the glass. The city lights blurred, mirroring her hazy thoughts. She clutched a warm mug of tea, hoping it would bring her some comfort.
Her phone buzzed on the table, pulling her out of her reverie. She hesitated before picking it up.
Alexander: I need to see
