Maria:
It’s been a month.
The thought comes and settles, not heavy, not urgent. Just there. A quiet fact I can’t ignore even if I don’t want to sit with it.
A month since Noah.
It doesn’t feel like something I lost. That part is clear to me. I made that decision with my eyes open. It wasn’t dramatic, it wasn’t rushed. It was necessary.
Still… it wasn’t simple.
Things like that never are.
I move around my room without thinking too much about what I’m doing, picking up my bag, putting it down again, checking my phone, locking it without reading anything. Restless, but not in a way I can easily name.
It’s been a few days.
Three. Maybe four.
I don’t keep track properly, but I know it hasn’t been long enough for anything to settle into something I can define.
The kiss comes back in p
