Adelaide
I walked into my apartment with a tired sigh, closed the door behind me, and slipped off my heels. This was followed by a moan of pleasure when my poor feet were finally free of the stupid shoes.
Three weeks had passed, days in which I had not heard from Rowan. Despite his saying, almost promising, that he would continue to look for me, guess what? He hadn't done it by accident, either.
The infatuation with me had already passed. All the desire he said he felt for me had already passed, and nothing remained.
Of course, I could have written to him, I could have looked for him, but my stupid pride got the better of me, and so at that moment, I found myself in that situation.
Like a poor fool who suffered, with her head imagining the most diverse scenarios, many of which include
