Alexander
I wake up alone. The room is silent, tidy, spotless… as if nothing had happened here a few hours ago. I lie there for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling, my hands behind my head, my breathing steady.
I don't feel guilty, nor confused. Much less regretful. It was what it was. Two adults trying to extinguish something they were carrying inside. Nothing more.
Vanessa came to this room filled with rage, rejection, a need to feel desired after the blow Ethan dealt her by firing her from his company. I received her, filled with frustration, with that bitter feeling I get from knowing that Clara keeps choosing another man over and over again. We used each other.
The word might sound cruel, but the cruelty lies in disguising things. We used each other, and it worked.
I close
