Elara
After Damian left my apartment, the silence he left behind seemed to settle into every corner of my life.
For the next several days, I buried myself in work so thoroughly that I barely had time to think. Every report, every client meeting, and every tedious assignment my manager handed me became another excuse to keep my mind occupied.
When work finally ended each evening, I headed straight to Flynn's apartment to spend time with his pets, memorizing their feeding schedules, favorite walking routes, and little habits before he left for his business trip.
Being busy was easier than thinking. Because whenever my mind slowed down, it always wandered back to Damian. Back to the disappointment in his eyes. Back to the quiet way he had said he wished I had trusted him enough
