BiancaWe didn’t say much after that. Just passed the cigarette between us, flicking ash into an old mug Trevor reached for earlier. The silence wasn’t awkward it was soft. Easy. It was the kind of silence that wraps itself around your bones and loosens all the places you didn’t know were tense. I hadn’t felt that kind of stillness in a while.The sun outside had started to lower, casting a golden filter across the room. Shadows stretched along the floor. I caught myself looking at him now and then, the sharp lines of his jaw, the tattoo peeking from under his sleeve, the way he leaned back like the world couldn’t touch him.He stretched, slow and lazy, and got up with a quiet groan. “I’ve got some work to finish up,” he said, ruffling a hand through his curls. “But you’re free to hang out here if you want.”I sat up too, brushing ash off my thigh. “No, I should get back to reality. But this was nice”He smiled, like he understood what I meant without needing the backstory. Maybe he d
BiancaI got off work early that Friday, thank God. The week had dragged, every second heavier than the last, and all I wanted was to do nothing. I showered. Made something spicy and heavy. Let Lily nap at the foot of my bed while I climbed in with my smoothie and scrolled through my phone like it owed me peace.Dean and I had been… there. Not perfect, not even close. But after his last visit, after the late night dinner and the heated, aching way he’d touched me things had felt a little less broken. The vibe had been weird, sure. Off. Like there was something unsaid between us. But we still texted. Still called.I thought we were trying. I thought he was trying.My plate was half finished when I opened Instagram. First, the usual scroll. Then the celebrity gossip blog I follow the one that always has too much tea and just enough truth to keep you addicted.And that’s when I saw it.My thumb froze.Dean. Evelyn. Sitting across from each other at some candlelit table, wine glasses
Dean's POV New York hadn’t changed. Same skyline. Same headlines. Same cold that cuts through your coat and somehow straight into your bones.But something was missing.Her. Bianca WestThe city always felt alive, but lately it just felt loud. Too loud. And empty in all the wrong places.Ever since Bianca moved to Ohio, the edges of my life had gone soft. Not in a romantic way more like numb. She used to be here. In my space. On my couch. Sleeping in my bed, sometimes in my shirt. Vegas still sniffed around for her like he expected her to walk in any second.I think I did too. She was colour in a place of black and whiteI tossed my coat on the chair, kicked off my shoes, and unbuttoned the top of my shirt. The newly hired secretary had rearranged my schedule again. Third time this week. Her pink lipstick stained coffee mug sat on her desk like a declaration of something I never agreed to.She tried too hard. Always in my face, always chirping about how she color coded the company ca
BiancaIt’s been a couple of weeks since that... Trevor moment. Nothing major's happened between us. Just casual “hey"s in the hallway. And even those feel rare. Which is wild, considering he lives just across from me. But when I do catch a glimpse of him, he’s always a bit of a mess shirt half stained with paint, hair like he just rolled out of bed. I try not to stare. I really do. But there’s something about him that makes my stomach tighten. Things with Dean have been... smooth. Maybe too smooth. Late night texts. The occasional call. He even sent flowers once, said he was planning a trip out here to visit me. He hasn’t made time though. Something about the fiscal year and a new expansion project. I get it. I really do. I don’t mind. His distance gives me space to settle in to find my footing here. I’ve started to grow a solid bond with Avery too. There’s something grounding about female friendship. Something uncomplicated. It’s Friday evening and I just got back from work way
BiancaIt’d been two weeks since I moved to Ohio. Two long, oddly quiet weeks.My apartment still smelled like new paint and unfamiliar detergent. The heating clicked too loudly at night. I missed the New York noise the dull roar of taxis and too many conversations bleeding into each other. Here, everything was still. Too still.That afternoon, I was in the lobby, staring down a blinking vending machine like it owed me something. All I wanted was a granola bar the cranberry almond one, the only one worth eating. I pressed the button, hopeful.Clunk.I smiled. Victory. Until a hand bigger than mine, calloused tatooed fingers, a hoodie sleeve pulled down too far reached in and stole it right out of the tray.“Excuse me?” I blinked, half offended, half in shock.The guy took a bite like he hadn’t just committed a small act of war. “What?”“That was mine.”He looked at me, unbothered, chewing slowly. “Didn’t see your name on it.”I opened my mouth to argue. Then closed it. Then opened it
Bianca I never thought packing could feel so... final. The room looked smaller now that all my stuff was in boxes. What wasn’t in boxes was already on its way to Ohio, thanks to the moving company the office hired. My closet was almost bare, save for a few clothes I’d wear for the road trip. I zipped the last suitcase and sat on it with a sigh, Lily curling up beside me like she knew something was changing. I’d submitted my resignation form two days ago. Dean hadn’t said much when I handed it in just nodded and said "I figured you'd do what’s best for you." But later that night, he showed up at my door with takeout and a bottle of red. We didn’t talk much. We didn’t need to. We agreed to scheduled visits since my apartment lease in New York was still valid for a few more months. It felt smart. Safe. Like maybe we weren’t ready to say goodbye completely. I liked that. That Friday morning, my alarm went off at 6:00 a.m., but I’d been up since 5. My heart was racing the way it u