Katerina
I haven’t been to Alejandro’s part of the house before and probably for a good reason. It’s darker here, colder, it seems lonelier and it immediately makes me feel bad, even when I know I am in my right.
When I reach Alejandro’s room, my heart starts beating faster and I curse myself for it. I curse myself for calling him, for waiting for him, for following him here when it was clear he didn’t want me to do any of those things. Yet, I knock on his door and wait for him to show up, excited and nervous like a school girl.
He takes his time opening. I can hear him slowly walking to the door, then taking his time with the handle. There’s something in his eyes when he sees me in the hallway, a flash of vulnerability he’s too quick to hide behind his usual wall of grumpiness.
“What?
