Nathan
I had heard the car when it arrived, that soft roll of tires over pavement just outside the house, the faintest creak of brakes being pressed, and then; sharp and quick, the familiar slam of the door shutting. It wasn't loud enough to wake the dead, but distinct enough to snap me out of the haze of work I had been drowning myself in for the past hour.
I was still seated at my desk right inside my room, the glow of the computer screen casting its light over the piles of files I had already combed through twice over, trying to convince myself I was working… when really, all I had been doing was waiting.
Waiting for her, not that I would ever admit that out loud, whether to myself or to someone else. God forbid I did that.
But the truth sat heavily in the pit of my chest, curled u
