NINETEEN: ...SE DETENDRE

NOIR

[Two weeks later]

I noticed that Danica had formed a routine for herself to stay stable.

I didn’t mind at all. She seemed to be doing quite well, leaving to task undone. She still got weird looks every time we walked into the building. I couldn’t tell if it was because of what she chose to wear or maybe because everyone wondered if we’d somehow gotten involved.

I watched the rumors spread. Some were published in the magazines and online.

I hoped she wasn’t aware of them even though a part of me knew she was.

She didn’t have any social media accounts and it drove people crazy. She had become popular in an odd sense and I blamed myself for it. She didn’t seem to care that much about all the gossip so I ignored it.

It was another boring day at work. I turned mindlessly in my chair, too exhausted to do anything else.

I pressed the button on the first intercom.

“Danica, come here.”

She walked in a few minutes later with a bored expression on her face.