ACIR HILLS
I went straight home to my apartment.
The familiar surroundings cloaked an eerie silence that mirrored the growing emptiness I felt within. My gaze swept across the living room, and immediately noticed that Onda had not been home until now since it was already past seven in the evening. She’s been gone for almost the entire day. The spacious room echoed with a hollowness that seemed to amplify the solitude of my own thoughts.
As I closed the door behind me, the vast darkness enveloped me. Turning on the lights in the living room, I squinted my eyes as my vision readjusted. My footsteps echoed through the apartment, each one a subtle reminder of the void that lingered in the absence of my roommate.
I always hated the silence. It was a reminder that the voices inside my head a
