ing, everythi

Just silence-and the echo of Lucas's

'm doing. But I don'

ght before, staring at the untouched coffee on her nightstand. Her body stil

se wh

That line had long been crossed. But she wasn't the woman he was choo

Just a work email.

sed. Stil

ike she'd given someone the most fragile part

s from Lucas. Voice notes, photos, pieces of her day she used to sen

to reach out. Just a

he di

ways the one reaching, she'd never really

ened between them, but because of what it meant to care so much

r fully. And when the night ended, he left-not

elf the question she ha

I holdi

, why does it leave