Raucous steps flooded down the corridor. Each step alerted me, by that intoxicating scent.
I reemerged my head from the pillow, wiping away my tears. Then with a blank expression, I stared at the brown hues of the door.
The longer I stared into the door, like a mirror, a reflection of Max and his empty gaze became more clearer and defined.
Sitting unwavered, I felt as though I had become him with my face mimicking his.
Yet, I hadn’t. My reddened eyes from the tears emphasised that.
Unlike him, no part of me could live hiding how I felt.
“Andrea?” Max’s voice echoed from outside, he barged in, without knocking. When his eyes met mine, a look of guilt flashes at him yet it doesn’t deter him from sitting next to me.
I hummed a response.
His eyes widened like he didn’t expect a respon
