Elena
It's been three weeks since the gala, and I still couldn't shake the feeling that something had cracked open in me since that night, something I had long buried.
No matter how many times I told myself I was over him, my heart was too stubborn to obey. Every morning I buried the memory of his eyes, his touch, that kiss, but every night, it came crawling back like a ghost I couldn't get rid of.
Life has slowly returned to its quiet rhythm. Occasional small event gigs here and there, nothing that demanded too much of my time, Sophie started school. Bills were barely paid, and the house was quiet most of the days.
I went to check up on my mom; she was still asleep when I entered her room. I sat on the edge of her bed tracing the veins on her fragile hand. Her skin felt cool beneath m
