~DAMIEN~
I shouldn’t still be here.
The moment I sent the message telling her the car was outside, I should have driven away.
That was the plan.
Drop the car. Send the text. Leave before she ever knew I had been here.
Simple, clean and necessary.
But somehow… my hands never turned the steering wheel.
I had convinced myself that I was just waiting for her reply. But shouldn't I be doing that at home since she's going to reply through texts?
Instead, I’m still sitting here, outside her house.
The engine is off now, the quiet inside the car thick and suffocating, broken only by the faint ticking sound of cooling metal from under the hood.
The windshield is slightly fogged from the cold morning air, a thin layer of mist clinging to the glass, but I can still see her building clearly
