𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅, 𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙓𝙄

I jolt awake, my heart pounding against my chest as i realize i'm alone on the couch wrapped in a blanket. The patter of rain against the windowpane adds a melancholy rhythm to the pounding in my ears.

Panic claws at my throat as i scan the dimly lit room, searching desperately for any sign of Y/n. But she's gone, vanished into the shadows, leaving behind only the ghostly echoes of our shared moment last night.

Sitting up, i run a trembling hand through my tousled hair, trying to steady myself against the whirlwind of emotions threatening to engulf me. The memory of our kiss plays on an endless loop in my mind, every moment, every sensation, over and over again. It was intoxicating, electrifying, and terrifying all at once, and everything i never knew i wanted.

   Y/n's absence weighs heavy on my mind as i sit there, the memory of our kiss etched into every corner of my consciousness. The taste of her lips lingers like a bittersweet reminder, tantalizing yet elusive. With each passing moment, the desire to reach out to her grows stronger, but so does the fear of rejection.

I find myself reaching for my phone, fingers hovering over the screen, hesitating. What if she doesn't feel the same way ? What if last night was just a fleeting moment, a temporary escape from reality ? The uncertainty gnaws at me, leaving me paralyzed in indecision.

   My heart aches with each passing day of Y/n's absence. Despite the magnetic pull drawing me towards my phone, i can't bring myself to make the call. Fear grips me tightly, whispering doubts and insecurities into my mind. That Y/n may not reciprocate. The fear of being rejected consumes my thoughts.

My days blur together as i throw myself into work, attending meetings for my beauty brand with a sense of robotic determination. Each task provides a short-lived relief from the inner turmoil i'm facing, offering a brief escape from the flood of emotions overwhelming me. Yet, no matter how busy i keep myself, the memory of Y/n lingers in my mind like a shadow that refuses to fade away.

During meetings, i find myself drifting, my thoughts wandering back to our shared moments. The sound of her laughter, the warmth of her touch—it all feels like a distant dream, taunting me with its fleeting sweetness. I try to focus on the business at hand, but her absence weighs heavily on my heart, a constant reminder of what i'm missing. Ugh, what the fuck is happening to me ?

   As the days crawl by without any word from Y/n, the ache in my chest intensifies. I long to hear her voice, to feel her presence beside me, but she remains stubbornly distant, as if mirroring my own reluctance to reach out. Each passing moment without her feels like an eternity, the silence lingering between us feels like an endless void.

"Hey, Ari, are you with us ?" Sarah, one of my team members, asks, concern evident in her tone. Lost again in the memories of Y/n, i barely registered the voices around me. But the sharp call of Sarah breaks through my reverie.