Rowan POV
The walls are sterile, a plain basic white that's supposed to promote cheerfulness but instead makes the place look gloomy and depressing. I walk down the long corridors, intent on where I'm going, trying to ignore the fact that I've just come from an argument with Stacey.
"You haven't touched me in weeks, Rowan! I'm going insane here? Are you seeing someone? Is that it?" Stacey's voice.
"I'm not seeing someone else, Stacey, this is just stress-related! Alright. I know that you want more from our relationship and I'm not quite ready to go to the next step with you just yet!" I had told her firmly.
She had sneered at me. "You're lying Rowan, I can tell. Something's going on and I'm going to get to the bottom of it. Do you even give a damn about me anymore?" she demanded.
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