I didn’t sleep.
Not really.
I lay there, yes. Eyes closed. Body still. Ethan breathing beside me like everything was normal, like his chest rising and falling didn’t feel like a reminder of something I couldn’t fix.
At some point, I started counting quiet things.
The fridge humming.
A car passing outside.
The way my heart thudded harder when I thought about tomorrow.
I kept thinking—maybe this is what people mean when they say love is complicated.
Or maybe this is just what happens when you stay too long after your spirit has already packed.
In the morning, my phone felt heavier than usual.
No notifications from her.
No posts.
No tags.
The silence didn’t calm me. It felt… observant. Like something crouched just out of sight.
There were messages though. From family. From peopl
