Marcelina~
The dining room was already set when I walked in.
Not just set, prepared.
The table stretched out in front of me, covered with more food than necessary. And yet, there was no one else.
I pulled out a chair and sat down slowly, my eyes moving over the dishes without really seeing them.
He wasn't here.
I didn't expect him to be here but that didn't stop the thought from creeping in—especially knowing he hadn't come back last night. At least... not while I was awake.
I had stayed by the window longer than I should have, watching the empty driveway like something might appear if I kept looking hard enough. But nothing did.
Minutes turned into hours, and still nothing. No sound of a car, no movement, just silence pressing in from every side until exhaustion finally dragged m
