Lila
The next day, I was in my room reclining on a seat with my laptop, holding a cup of coffee, and watching videos. The sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting soft golden and yellow hues throughout the room.
It was a sharp difference from the turmoil of feelings I held on to other day.
Later, I stood before my bathroom mirror, clutching the sink's edges while gazing at my reflection.
A knock on my door. "Where is he?"
I paused, what the hell is that? I asked myself silently. Furthermore, I remained silent for some time paying attention to the voice.
A knock again. Max, come out now.
Max is not here. I answered, my body was shivering as I couldn't control myself.
What is happening? No one to answer my question. I sat down trying to text Max about the ongoing situation in my room.
Immediately, my phone vibrated, and I glanced at the screen. Is from Alex."Lila, are you alright?"
