2024/Amelia's POV
Adrian didn’t come back.
I don’t know what the hell I expected.
Maybe a part of me thought that he would return eventually, knock on the door and I’d open it, and watch him slip back into the room like nothing happened. Maybe I thought that we would have an awkward, half-hearted conversation about how we shouldn’t have done that before pretending it never happened.
But he never came back.
And the worst part? I waited.
Not intentionally, of course. I didn’t sit by the door like some abandoned puppy. But I felt it. Every time I turned in bed, every time I glanced at the door, every time I heard a sound in the hallway and thought, maybe that’s him.
But it never was.
I tried convincing myself that this was good. That his leaving was the best possible
