What did I do
327 Words
Narrated
Laura tossed and turned, her mind racing with the evening's events.
Bryce's sudden departure left her reeling.
Why had he fled?
What had she done wrong?
She replayed their kiss, her skin tingling at the memory.
But beneath the passion, she'd sensed a deeper connection.
And then, without warning, he'd vanished.
Laura threw off the covers, frustration gnawing at her.
She padded to the kitchen, seeking solace in a midnight snack.
As she rummaged through the fridge, her gaze fell on the wine bottle.
Half-full.
She poured a glass, the crimson liquid glowing in the dim light.
Taking a sip, she let out a sigh.
Bryce's words echoed in her mind: "I don't want to hurt you."
What had he meant?
Was he hiding something?
Laura's thoughts swirled, refusing to settle.
She downed the wine, feeling the buzz spread through her veins.
But even the alcohol couldn't dull her unease.
Something was off.
Something Bryce wasn't telling her.
She then took the bottle to bed and drank it whole.
Days passed, and Laura heard nothing from Bryce.
No calls. No texts. No visits.
She tried to brush it off, focusing on work and friends.
But the silence gnawed at her.
Had she misread the connection?
Had she scared him off?
A week dragged by, feeling like an eternity.
Laura couldn't shake the memories of their passionate night.
And Bryce's abrupt departure.
Self-doubt crept in.
"Was I too forward?" she wondered.
"Did I misinterpret his feelings?"
Laura replayed their conversations, searching for clues.
But the more she thought, the more confused she became.
Perhaps she'd been foolish to trust him so quickly.
Perhaps she'd imagined the depth of their connection.
As the days turned into a week, Laura's uncertainty solidified.
She'd take a step back, focus on herself.
No more chasing Bryce.
No more questioning.
But as she made this vow, a pang struck her heart.
She'd been hoping he'd reach out.
She'd been hoping he'd care.
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