Starry stood in the middle of the living room, a glass of wine in his hand. The house was silent. Too silent. He had lived alone for so long before Chloe came into his life, and back then, he had been fine. Or at least, he thought he had been.
Now, everything felt different.
How did he wake up one day and have his perfect life altered by the presence of someone else. Someone who was seventeen years younger than him.
Someone who was too stubborn and strong-willed and will never go the way he wanted her to go.
He didn't think he'd miss her chaotic presence at all until the moment he returned from work and she was not in her room.
There was something about knowing that she was there. Even if he didn't go straight to her room to be with her when he returned everyday, knowing that she wa
