Elena
It didn’t end. The silence in my head and in my ears. I hadn’t heard his voice for another two days, even after he had said he could come back soon.
“f**k, you’re a fast learner,” he had said with a chuckle that day. His witty comments rang in my heart as I darted my eyes over the book I was reading, not really understanding the words.
A knock came on my door. It was definitely Celine.
I had suspected her since she started asking too many questions, or rather, almost the same questions every day. But I could not confront her. Not yet.
I opened the door, took the food from her hand, and shut the door before she could say anything.
“Elena, what’s wrong?” she knocked on my door like she had been doing for the past few days. And whenever she did, she asked the same question about m
