ELENA
The sound of silence has never felt so discomforting before. The house is too quiet.
Days have passed since that disastrous lunch, and when Drake had dropped by that evening but saw me with Warren. Drake hasn’t dropped by once. He hasn’t even come by to see Halo, breaking the fragile routine he’d recently established.
I keep telling myself it’s for the best—it gives me space, it confirms his emotional distance—but the silence is a constant, irritating feeling that gnaws away at my peace of mind.
I find myself wandering through the rooms, noticing things I shouldn’t. The subtle, heavy scent of him that lingers around the house that reminds me that he used to be here. It’s funny how the scent never really bothered me till now when he stopped coming.
Although it’s fading by every
