Vanessa narrates.
I arrive at my apartment with no clear memory of the drive.
I just wanted to get there; I felt tired, exhausted… like I'd worked all day.
I have no idea how I drove here… Not because I wasn't paying attention… but because my mind is still stuck in that moment, replaying it like an echo that won't completely fade. Every turn, every second, every calculation.
Everything went as planned. Everything.
I close the door behind me, and silence immediately envelops me. It's dense, heavy… but necessary. I carelessly drop my bag on the table, kick off my shoes in the middle of the living room, and walk straight to the bedroom.
My bare feet on the cold floor are relieved, they feel better.
I don't turn on any more lights; I don't need them. I don't want to see too much.
I go
