✽ Jason ✽
The apartment still felt like a museum after Mandy left. And every aspect of the apartment reminded me of her. The lingering scent of her favorite perfume. The smell of vanilla that seemed to have been ingrained in the kitchen. The way her towel still hung on the back of the bathroom door. And even the couch, that had kept the faint outline of where Mandy had curled herself into the corner. It was as if the apartment itself refused to accept that she was gone.
As had I.
I stopped sleeping properly. I tried, but my body didn’t settle the way it did when Mandy was near. Instead, I lay away and listened to the silence like it was a punishment. When Mandy had texted and asked about David and Paul, hope had flared inside me. The fact that she had texted meant she still cared. It m
