Damien
I didn't sleep.
I lay on the bed with my phone in my hand, calling Serena again and again. Each time, it rang until it stopped. No answer. No reply.
Nothing. I tried once more, then another time, like maybe she didn't see my other calls. I knew she did. I was sure that she was holding her phone and probably staring at the screen, convincing herself not to pick up.
"Come on, Serena," I muttered. "Just answer."
Silence. Still nothing. She didn't answer, no matter how many times I called her.
I dropped the phone on the bed and rubbed my face.
My head hurt. My chest felt unnecessarily heavy. I decided that it was time to go to bed. I showered, put on only my pants and let the coolness of my sheets serenade me but every time I closed my eyes, Pedro's voice came back to me, replaying in my head like a bad song on repeat.
I might be falling in love with her.
