Alessia
The shrill vibration of my phone breaks the stillness of the room. Marco shifts beside me, his body language twitching as though the sound disrupted something primal within him. I dragged the duvet up to my body and slipped out of bed carefully, trying not to disturb him.
The cool air of the room hits my skin as I stand, tiptoeing toward the nightstand where my phone buzzed again, relentless, persistent. I glance at the screen, seeing Elena's name flash in bold, the frantic message lighting up the dim room. It feels like a moment of déjà vu, a world apart from the silent intimacy Marco and I just shared.
I bite my lip, debating whether to ignore it, but the guilt of avoiding my best friend for weeks won't let me. So, with a sigh, I grab the phone and slip out of the room, making my way into the bathroom for some privacy.
The door clicks shut behind me, and I swipe open Elena's text thread. My thumb hesitates before tapping the message.
Elena:
