Victor
I walked into our empty house, expecting to see Elena sitting on the couch or maybe in the kitchen, preparing dinner. But the house was silent, and she was nowhere to be found.
As I walked through the rooms, memories of us flooded my mind. I remembered the first time we came to the house. How she threw a tantrum. I remembered our first kiss and how it felt like the world stopped spinning.
But now, all of those memories were overshadowed by the hurt in her eyes when she found out the truth. I had messed up the moment I began having feelings for Elena. I should have known better than to keep secrets from her.
I sank into the couch, burying my head in my hands.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Elena's number, but it went straight to voicemail. I tried again, but still no answer.
