4
Lena’s POV
He didn’t come down for breakfast.
I sat at the kitchen island with a bowl of cereal, legs swinging, waiting to hear footsteps on the stairs. I waited a long time.
But he didn’t come down.
So I wandered the house slowly and quietly, somehow hoping maybe I’d catch him by accident.
I didn’t. His door was shut and the lights were off. I bit my lip, wondering if he even wanted me here right now, and if it was okay to choose. It was obvious he didn’t want to see me.
I knocked once lightly but I got none response. I felt this hollowness in my chest, like last night he had filled me up but right now he he was shutting me out, therefore causing this terrible gap open in my heart.
I didn’t know what I expected. A smile? A joke? A second round?
Instead, all I was getting was si
