Veronica
Another week has passed since that day I rejected Luca for real. The chill is slowly creeping all around us as we dive into October and even though the days are warm, the nights are cold and lonely. It gets dark earlier and fewer and fewer leaves cover the tree branches in green now. After a particularly strong storm last night, Friday morning is crisp and fresh, and carries the sadness of a summer gone.
I shiver in my coat and plaster a fake smile on my lips as Ian approaches me, looking jagged and sleep deprived.
“Tough night?” I ask as we fall into walk toward the school entrance, and he shrugs.
“Not the happiest time I’ve had recently…” he responds vaguely and I try not to press just as he doesn’t press me about my troubles, which are clearly written all over face as wel
