Adrian
Clara’s birthday party comes to an end and no matter how many times I check my phone to see if Stella has called or texted, my notification center remains empty besides a few calls from my secretary at work and the CFO of my company.
I pretend like her silence doesn’t hurt, that it doesn’t sting to know that she only called once and immediately gave up on me. Maybe I should have called her to see what she needed, if she still needs me. It’s only a gentle reminder that I am still open and an option she has in case she needs something.
Wait…no. I shouldn’t. If Stella wants her space, then I will give her all of the space she needs. I shouldn’t push something that is bound to explode in my face, leading to complete and utter destruction in the already shell shocked city that is our
