♥ Alice ♥
I woke up to quiet. For once, Brendan wasn’t in my bed or on my couch. His overnight bag wasn’t in the corner. His shoes weren’t by the door. The silence itself wasn’t new. I had lived on my own for years. I had filled it with music, paint, and the scratch of pencil on paper. It was easier to rely on myself than to let someone in and risk losing that steady ground. Then Brendan had walked into my life, and my routine had shifted without asking. Not that I minded. Brendan was a breath of fresh air, but his issues had stuck with me. Sunlight slid across the floorboards as I got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. I made coffee and took it to the small table by the window. My sketchbook lay open, drawings spread across the page. A doorway that looked like my own front door.
