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Chapter 46: Recovery Morning
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The next morning began differently. It didn't begin with dread tightening my ribs or the weight of yesterday pressing down on my chest—just a quiet, steady sense of… possibility. A small one, but real enough to feel.Sunlight slipped through the blinds in thin gold ribbons. Instead of rolling over and hiding from it, I sat up slowly, letting the warmth touch my face. It was strange how unfamiliar simple things had become. The sunlight. Morning. A day that didn’t start with chaos.I stretched—awkwardly, stiff, but determined and moved through the apartment with the quiet intention of someone trying to reacquaint themselves with life.The first step of rebuilding: routine.Something I could touch, structure, rely on.I made coffee. A real breakfast—eggs, toast, slices of tomato. I washed the dishes afterward, then opened all the windows so the apartment could breathe with me.The next step: job applications.My laptop hummed to life, the screen glowing too bright at first. The last time
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The next morning began differently than I expected.I didn’t wake up with heaviness.I didn’t wake up with panic.I didn’t wake up with the quiet, spinning dread that had crouched in the corners of my mind for days.I woke up … slowly.Warm.My cheek was pressed to the pillow instead of the couch. I must’ve dragged myself to bed sometime after the world outside went dark, though I didn’t remember doing it. The sunlight filtering through my curtains painted the room in soft gold, catching the edges of the dresser, glinting off a forgotten glass of water on the nightstand.I lay there for a moment, breathing quietly, listening to the gentle hush of morning. No alarms. No responsibilities tugging at me. No frantic thoughts demanding attention.Just a quiet sense of… okay.I stretched beneath the covers, feeling the slight pleasant ache in my muscles from yesterday’s cleaning spree. A real ache. The kind that had nothing to do with stress.My phone rested beside the lamp, still powered of
Obsessed With My Neighbor: Romantic Collection Chapter 46: Recovery Morning
I woke up with my cheek pressed against the couch cushion, the fabric was warm from where my body had sunk into it overnight. For a few seconds, I didn’t move. I didn’t even breathe properly. I just listened to the quiet, to the faint hum of the refrigerator, to the thin morning light nudging its way between the blinds.My head felt heavy, but not in the same way it had for days. It wasn’t confusion or the fog of exhaustion. It was… softness. A kind of weight that didn’t crush me. It just reminded me that I was still here.Yesterday’s conversation with the security guard lingered like a hand on my shoulder. Not a reprimand. Not a warning.Just concern.Someone had seen me, really seen me and instead of recoiling or snapping or demanding something from me, they’d simply asked if I was okay.And for the first time in a long time… I hadn’t lied.I shifted on the couch and felt my spine protest. My clothes were wrinkled, my hair was pulled into a frizzy knot at the base of my neck. I prob
Obsessed With My Neighbor: Romantic Collection Chapter 45: The Days That Blurred
I lost count of the days after the meeting. They folded into one another like pages that had been left out in the rain. They were soft, colorless and impossible to separate. At first, I told myself I was just catching my breath. I’d make coffee, open my laptop, and promise that tomorrow I’d start looking for work again. But the laptop stayed shut, the coffee went cold, and I kept finding reasons to step outside instead. The air felt easier than my apartment did.Sometimes I’d wander to the corner store. Sometimes I’d walk nowhere in particular, only to realize that my feet had taken me back toward the same block again. It became a pattern I didn’t name, a rhythm my body learned on its own. I’d linger near the building where Mark lived, watching people come and go. I told myself I was just walking. Just stretching my legs. But the longer I stood there, the harder it was to believe that lie.Evenings were worse. The city would settle into its warm, humming quiet, and I’d sit by my windo
Obsessed With My Neighbor: Romantic Collection Chapter 44: The Crack
Monday arrived like a noise I couldn’t turn down. I woke up late again, my stomach was twisting with dread. The clock on my nightstand flashed 9:42 AM. I was supposed to have been at the office an hour ago. For a long moment, I just sat there with the sheets tangled around my legs, the smell of stale coffee hanging in the air. I told myself to move, to get dressed, to at least try. But the effort of pretending normal had grown too heavy. When I finally reached the office, everyone was already moving at that brisk, caffeinated pace that used to feel familiar. I slipped to my desk, trying to look invisible, but the moment I sat down, I knew it was useless.My manager appeared almost immediately. “Can we talk?” he asked quietly, too politely.The walk to the conference room felt longer than usual. My heart thudded like footsteps echoing behind me. Inside the conference room, the blinds were drawn halfway, streaks of light cutting across the table. My manager sat at one end, another super
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The week after Anna’s visit had somewhat dissolved into static. I went to bed with my phone glowing beside me, I woke up reaching for it again. It wasn’t even about messages anymore. I just wanted proof that Mark was still out there, that he was still part of the quiet orbit that had begun to rule my days. Every sound in the hallway felt like him. Every silence felt like punishment. At work, I stared through spreadsheets until the numbers bled together. My supervisor asked about a report, and I nodded as if I remembered which one. The moment she walked away, I forgot her question entirely. My attention was a restless creature that kept slipping back to the space next door, to the echo of Anna’s voice asking Is he here?I told myself it was only curiosity, a small bruise that would fade if I left it alone. But by Tuesday I was checking Mark’s profile over breakfast, at lunch and at night before sleeping. It had the same photos, the same familiar smile, yet each time I studied them as i
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