I blink at my reflection.
I look different.
My features are no longer soft, and I look older.
“You like it?”
I nod slowly. “I—yeah.”
“Good,” she says simply, turning back to her vanity.
But my thoughts don’t stop spinning.
They just keep looping back, like a song I don’t want to replay.
It has been a couple of days since the breakdown, and it has been the only thought circling through my head all day, every day.
All I can think about is him.
About the way he just sat there and listened. He showed me a kind of respect I never got from anyone before.
He gave me exactly what I needed without me putting it into words.
Hell, I didn’t even know what I needed.
I shake my head, trying to blink it away.
No.
No, no, no. We are not doing this.
He’s Luca.
My Luca-but-not-really-anymore.
The guy I told, I feel nothing.
I pick at a thread on my jeans, forcing my brain to focus on anything else.
One thing I will be eternally grateful for is that when Yana is focused on one thing, she is focusedonlyon that thing.
Right now, she is oblivious to my emotional warfare.
Because my mind is playing tricks on me, it’s replaying moments I have no business remembering.
I frown.
My heart does this weird, skippy thing.
Is this guilt or..?
Maybe it’s nostalgia.
Yeah.
Nostalgia.
You spend enough time with someone, your brain just replays things sometimes.
