Elena's pov
"This is pathetic."
I said it out loud to my empty apartment, staring at my laptop screen where I sat on my couch, refreshing my email for the third time in ten minutes.
Nothing.
No new messages, no updates, nothing from him.
Work had been unbearable the last three days, every moment at my desk making me want to scream.
It wasn't the work itself, the work was fine.
It was the emptiness of it all, the dullness, the way the office felt empty without him in it.
I hated that I even noticed.
I hated that Damien's absence was affecting me this much, that I couldn't stop checking my phone, couldn't stop glancing at the elevator every time it opened, hoping he'd walk out.
He didn't though, he was gone. And I still had absolutely no idea when he'd be back.
I slammed my laptop
