Donald’s POVThe hotel room was quiet… just too quiet.I sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees, staring at my phone like it held answers I couldn’t get out of myself. Xenia’s name was right there on the screen, just one tap, and I’d be calling her and maybe she’d pick up, maybe she’d say something that would make all this mess in my head settle for a second.My thumb hovered over the screen, not touching it, not pulling away either.I locked the phone and tossed it beside me.I didn’t want to admit how pathetic it looked. Sitting here like some abandoned idiot waiting for someone who wasn’t even thinking about me. No messages, no calls, not even a short “Hey, did you get home?” Nothing.She didn’t care… she didn't!I’d shown up at our apartment days ago. I didn’t need anything I picked up, half the stuff wasn’t even needed. I just wanted her to react, to look at me, to ask me why I came, get mad, yell or something, anything at all.But she wasn’thome,
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