Emily
The rest of the week was brutal.
There was no other word for it.
After the night I spent at Adrian’s place, I didn’t see him again—not even once. No stolen glances. No quiet conversations. No unexpected appearances.
That didn't mean I didn't hear from him,
My phone buzzed constantly.
Did you eat?
How was work today?
Don’t forget to rest.
Aren’t you replying because you’re busy or because you’re mad?
Sometimes I smiled when I read them. Other times, I barely had the energy to register the notifications before slipping my phone back into my pocket.
Most days, I was too exhausted to reply properly.
Work swallowed me whole.
I arrived early every morning, my heels clicking against polished floors as I joined the stream of employees who all looked like they knew exactly where
