~Lewis~
When Venus claimed he needed space, I assumed a week or less would be enough and not two weeks. 336 days have been the longest and hardest period of my life, waiting for someone. I wouldn’t be going this crazy if he talked to me. A sentence would have eased up the ache, but Venus hadn’t given me the pleasure of that. It always ends up with a nod, a shake of his head, or the utmost dismal whenever I initiate a conversation.
Now, what gets under my skin the most is he has completely changed. He’s naturally a homebody yet, he has rarely stayed home these two past weeks. Leo comes for him frequently, dropping him off in the evening. I wanted so badly to question him about this new attitude. My promise holds me back always.
He needs space.
That’s the only way to coax him into fini
