Jack.
The living room is dimly lit as I sit in a chair with the balcony door open and the fireplace on low. The cracking and popping sounds of the fire occasionally fill the room. With my head lowered, my mind swirls with uncertainty while my heart longs for Anna. I look out at the night, emotions I can’t quite wrap my head around all mixing together.
I long to touch her, to hold her in my arms, to feel her soft lips on mine. The reality is that I may never get that again, and I don’t know how to fix it.
I can’t figure out what I did wrong. She was fine when she left for work, but she didn’t want to see me tonight. I could see it in her expression
Standing, I walk towards the railing and lean my arms on it while I look up at the sky, wondering what Anna is doing right now. Is she gazin
