LUCIAN didn’t come home for days, almost a week.
At first, Lena made herself believe that he’s busy with his thesis prototype, or maybe he was angry because of what he witnessed that night. But the silence, his absence during meal time, was already suffocating and tormenting.
No texts, nor calls. He completely disappeared like he wanted her to forget him.
Lena could feel the undeniable distance. Like Lucian did it purposely. Avoiding her. Right after she gave herself to him.
Was it nothing to him? Did that night even mean something to him? Because she felt him that night. The way his lips claimed hers. The way he touched her. The way he looked at her. And even until now the memory of that moment in the pool was still vivid in her mind.
She couldn’t forget it. Or maybe that was his i
