Vanessa
The silence in my apartment isn't silence, it's noise, the noise of thoughts that won't shut up.
The noise of everything I avoid facing.
I'm sitting on the floor, my back against the sofa, an empty glass in my hand that I can't remember when I stopped drinking from.
I look ahead, but I'm not here. I'm there, in that moment, on that day… In Alexander's apartment.
The suitcases, the sound of the zipper closing. The way he moved… without hesitation, without doubt.
As if he had already decided everything long before I arrived, as if leaving… were so easy.
I squeeze the glass a little between my fingers.
"How do you…?"
I murmur, without realizing it, my voice sounds foreign.
"How do you just… leave?"
I close my eyes for a second, I remember his tone. His indifference, the wa
