TESSA
He was avoiding me and I was sure of it. I just know it. And it wasn’t the kind of silence that came from being busy, he was never too busy for me. Instead, it was the kind that lingered, the kind that was cold and deliberate like a door being quietly shut in your face or like… a slow retreat.
I stared at myself in the mirror after getting out of the shower, steam curling at the edges of the glass and clinging to my skin like regret. My wet hair was slicked back, drops of water trailing down my neck and I should have felt clean, fresh and new.
But I didn’t. It felt like I was going crazy instead.
I put moisturizer into my skin with trembling fingers not because I cared about my skin at that moment, but because I needed something to do… something to get my mind off things. Some
