Elena’s POVThe next morning at work, the silence feels intentional, not the awkward kind, not the kind that comes from avoidance, but the sharp, precise kind that feels chosen.Julian doesn’t look at me when I arrive, not even once.He’s already in his office, his glass walls was clear, his posture straight, the expression he have on his face is unreadable. .I sit at my desk and open my computer, forcing my focus onto emails and schedules, trying not to look up, my hands move automatically but my mind does not. Every few minutes, I catch myself wondering if he's looking at me or listening for his footsteps, his voice, anything that reminds me I’m not imagining the shift but nothing.When I deliver his morning coffee, I place it neatly on his desk.“Thank you, Elena” he says without looking up.I nod and leave.My chest tightens on the way back to my desk, this is what I wanted, I remind myself, distance, boundaries and peace, so why does it feel like I’m being erased?By mid-morning
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