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Closer now.
Connected.
People see us.
Phones are out.
Whispers starting again.
T&T.
The perfect pair.
The right match.
Later, in my room, I sit on the edge of my bed.
Stare at my phone.
Her name isn’t on the screen.
Stella.
No texts.
No missed calls.
Nothing.
I should feel settled.
I made a choice.
I tried.
I’m doing what makes sense.
So why does it feel like I just traded something real…
for something that fits?
I fall back onto the mattress.
Stare at the ceiling.
And for the first time since I got here?—
I understand something I didn’t before.
Isa makes my life easier.
Stella makes me feel alive.
And I don’t know which one I’m supposed to choose.
But I know this?—
Trying with Isa?
