The morning after, I felt like a bruise that refused to heal. The type of wound that left no scars but somehow shot pains all through. Pains that refuse to fade.
Tessa woke to the sound of silence, a heavy, hollow type of silence that enveloped her. Now, it was not unusual for the house to be quiet, it usually was a very quiet place but for some reason, the day felt very different than usual. She shrugged it off and lay back on the bed for a while, staring at the ceiling and trying to gather the pieces of her thoughts from yesterday.
For a moment, she almost believed last night was a dream. The confession. His voice. The look in his eyes before he left her standing there, raw, vulnerable, but holding himself together as though a single word could make him fall apart. It was very unusual
