Time never stops ticking, that's the annoying thing about it. It keeps moving even when you’re not ready. Even when you’re stuck. Even when you’re waking up every day with that same heavy feeling sitting on your chest like a stubborn child refusing to get off the slide on the playground.
Two weeks passed like that.
Even though it felt like just yesterday to Aria.
The café was temporarily closed, her apron now buried under a pile of laundry, the smell of burnt wood still stuck in her memory. She and Mila were still living at Cole’s place...well, Mila was living. Aria was more like a houseplant that refused sunlight, sprawled on his couch every day like she was auditioning for the role of Sad Ornament Number Three.
She barely stood up to do anything, except to shower. She wasn’t eating m
