sex, love or friendship

Situationship

ONE MONTH LATER

I lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, my mind replaying the events of the last few days in an endless loop. My heart, which once beat with excitement, now felt hollow, as if all the joy had been drained from it, leaving only a painful emptiness.

I could still feel the lingering warmth of David's touch, the ghost of his breath against my skin. The memory of our first time together was vivid, but instead of bringing me comfort, it only deepened my sense of loneliness. It had been so perfect, so intimate, and at that moment, I believed everything would change between us—that we would be closer than ever. But the days that followed proved otherwise.

David had become distant, his once frequent messages turning into silence. He was suddenly "busy," always unavailable, and I found myself clinging to the memories of our shared moments, as if they were slipping through my fingers. The warmth that enveloped me in his presence was now replaced by an icy void, and I couldn't help but wonder what I had done wrong.

I hadn't gone to class in days because I preferred to be alone. I had hoped, foolishly, that he would come to see me, that he would explain his absence, that he would tell me I wasn't just a fleeting moment in his life. But he never came.

A light knock on the door broke through my fog of despair. I didn't want to answer it—I didn't want to see anyone—but the knocking persisted, gentle yet insistent. With a heavy sigh, I forced myself to get up, wrapping a blanket around my shoulders as I dragged myself to the door.

When I opened it, I found Maya standing there, her eyes full of concern. She didn't say anything at first, just looked at me with a mix of worry and compassion. I felt a lump form in my throat, and before I knew it, tears welled up in my eyes. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped me in her arms, pulling me into a comforting embrace.

"I was worried about you," she murmured softly. "You haven't been to class, and you didn't respond to my messages."

I buried my face in her shoulder, letting the tears flow freely. "I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I... I just couldn't..."

She held me tighter, stroking my hair in a soothing manner. "It's okay," she said gently. "You don't have to apologize. I'm here now. Do you want to talk about it?"

For a moment, I couldn't speak, my emotions choking me. But Maya didn't rush me; she simply waited, patient, her presence warm and reassuring. Finally, I pulled back slightly, wiping my tears with the back of my hand, and nodded.

"It's David," I began, my voice barely audible. "We... we slept together, for the first time. But after that... he just... he disappeared. He doesn't talk to me anymore, he's always busy, and I don't know what I did wrong." My voice broke, and fresh tears spilled down my cheeks. "I thought it meant something to him, but now... I don't know anymore."

Maya listened in silence, her eyes never leaving mine. When I finished, she let out a small sigh and took my hand, leading me to the bed where we both sat down. She remained quiet for a moment, gathering her thoughts, then looked at me with a gravity I had never seen in her before.

"Margo," she began, her tone gentle but firm, "I'm really sorry you're going through this. I can't imagine how much it hurts. But listen to me—none of this is your fault. You didn't do anything wrong."

I shook my head, doubt gnawing at me. "But why then? Why did he pull away?"

Maya squeezed my hand, her grip reassuring. "I don't know what's going on with David, all I know is that he's a huge jerk, and I thought you knew that. But whatever the reason, you deserve to know the truth. You deserve to know where you stand."