Alexander.
I close my apartment door harder than necessary; the sound echoes in the empty, dry… uncomfortable space.
I stand there for a few seconds, my hand still on the doorknob, as if something inside me hasn't quite fit in. As if a part of me has been left outside… or worse, as if something has been left behind.
I exhale slowly. I don't know when this stopped being just work. I walk to the living room, loosening my tie. I let it fall carelessly over the back of the sofa, pouring myself a drink without thinking too much. I don't need it… but I want it.
I sink into the armchair in complete silence, but it's not peace. It's contained noise.
I rest the glass on my knee, swirling it slightly between my fingers while my mind… won't stop, Vanessa. Her voice, the way she looks at me.
