Max
I was in my room, I sat down on my desk, as I reflected on the past message "Keep your distance from her, Max." Or you might regret it. My stomach churned immediately.
Who is monitoring me? And for what reason?
The room seemed excessively silent in her absence.
It consistently does now. I perched on the couch's edge, gazing at my phone, hoping it would illuminate with a text from Lila.
However, there was nothing. Time extended into days, and the silence felt heavier, pressing down on my chest with every fleeting second.
Counseling had imparted patience to me—at least, that's what Dr. Monroe frequently stated.
Yet patience was proving ineffective. Lila's absence was not something I could merely endure.
I sought solutions. I desired to have her return. As her memories always stay in my thoughts.
And soon, the responses arrived. Simply not the ones I desired.
