The next morning, Christian was gone.
I woke up to an empty bed, the sheets already cold where he'd been. On my desk, a small folded note rested on top of my books.
I didn't want to wake you up. See you this weekend. And eat regularly.
I read it twice. The words were simple, but they carried his usual tone. Carefully detached, with just enough warmth to keep me guessing.
The weekend felt too far away even though today was already Wednesday.
The hour stretched, long and heavy.
The day passed by in a blur. Bliss was loud when we went for lunch, her voice a constant stream of chatter distracting me from my thoughts.
She talked about school, her latest obsession with a new k-drama, and the guy who sat two tables away and always stared at her without saying a word. Normally, I'd join in, sharing my own experience. Today, I let her talk. I nodded. I couldn't even laugh when she made jokes.
