Vanessa Pov — [exclusive]

Maybe that's the difference , I thought. They're getting wet together. I'm just sitting here, dry and alone, pretending I'm not waiting.

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But I was waiting.

Work email.

I set the phone down and pressed my palm flat against the cool glass of the window. Outside, a couple hurried past under a shared umbrella, laughing. They didn't seem to mind the storm. vanessa pov

He still hasn't called.

My phone buzzed.

I didn't look right away. Instead, I let myself imagine all the things it could be—an apology, an explanation, even just a single "I'm sorry" —before finally turning the screen toward me.