Adrian's POV
Two weeks.
It's been Two weeks since Lina said those words. "We both need space."
Two weeks of sleeping in a bed that still smells like her. Two weeks of coming home to an empty house where her voice used to echo. Two weeks of reaching for her in the darkness and finding nothing but cold sheets.
I've replayed that conversation a thousand times. Every word, every pause, every flicker of emotion in her eyes.
"We both need space."
Not "I want a divorce." Not "I'm leaving you."
Just... space.
I've clung to that like a drowning man clings to driftwood. She didn't say it was over. She didn't say she was done with me. She just needed time.
But time is a cruel thing when you're waiting. Every minute feels like an hour. Every hour feels like a day. And ever
