If I was being honest then, let alone like this, I wasn't able to even imagine how I would meet Angelica again, but at the same time, I thought of many possibilities.
But none of those imagined scenarios were anywhere in my mind now. No—if I was being truthful, I hadn't genuinely considered any of them in the first place.
Wasn't her being here, right in front of me, already more than enough?
The room was empty now, just the two of us, and the silence between us felt heavier than it ever had before.
Of course, I said nothing. I didn't even know where to begin, so I simply looked at her while she shifted a little under the weight of my gaze.
It must have been awkward for her, because she was the one who finally spoke first.
"How have you been?"
It was her same familiar voice—cheerful, bright, full of life, and entirely free of guilt.
