Olivia Westview
As the afternoon drifted into evening, I found myself still replaying James’s words in my head, each phrase lingering longer than I wanted. Separate planes. Separate accommodations. It should’ve brought relief, maybe even satisfaction that he was finally taking my request for space seriously. But instead, a strange, hollow feeling pooled in my chest.
I spent the rest of the day catching up on the avalanche of tasks James had stacked in my inbox for the week ahead. Anything to keep my mind off of him. Eventually, the office grew quieter as people trickled out one by one, leaving me alone with the fluorescent lights and my own swirling thoughts.
When I finally packed up to leave, the building’s empty corridors stretched before me, casting elongated shadows. The quiet felt
