Vedant
The living room is quiet, even as we both sit there, occupying the same space. The silence seems to hum between us, awkward from the tension we always seem to be enveloped in.
Ever since the incident with the breakfast, we have been circling the drain of conversation. Neither of us seems eager to break this peaceful stalemate between us with words.
Chiara and I are sitting so far apart we are on opposite sides of the living room, but we both have our homework sprawled across the same coffee table. The lights are dim except for the bright glow of our open laptops.
I try not to look up at her, and I know she is avoiding me just the same. And yet… It’s strange how natural it feels to be in the same room as her, like we’ve done this a thousand times before.
We’re both working on
