Anna wasn't answering his calls and he hated not knowing whether that meant she was avoiding him or just... indifferent. Hated wondering if it was a good or bad thing.
It'd been days since they last saw each other; the last time they did, he had left her apartment like the world would come crashing down if he didn't.
The world—or at least, his world? He didn't know anymore. Neither did he know what had made that day feel so… different.
When he was near her, his mind wandered. His breath caught in moments he didn't expect. He was aware of her too much, even in silence. Something in him clamped down when she walked into the room, and not just in a physical sense, but in a way that made him feel… tethered to her, like he had no choice but to pay attention.
Which was absolutely absurd.
