Evan

Evan was sitting on the edge of his bed, his mind racing as he thought back to her. To the one person who’d ever made him feel. The person who made him breathe. The person he had lost. They weren’t dead. No, no. Much worse. They were out there, living their life without him. He was stuck going through the motions. He wasn’t living. He was surviving. Evan abruptly stood up, his footsteps landing heavily on the hardwood floor, kicking aside clothes scattered around. He grabbed his jacket from the coat rack, nearly making it topple over with his jerky and aggressive movements. He couldn’t breathe anymore. Nothing was normal. Nothing was the same. He stormed down the hallway, closing his eyes as he raked his hand through his hair. His movements were jerky and agitated, sweat beading at his forehead with the effort of forgetting. But it seemed like the universe had other plans. When Evan reached the bottom floor, he stepped out of the elevator and scanned his surroundings, stopping dead in his tracks. There they were, standing at the desk in the lobby. Chatting with the receptionist. He hadn’t seen them since film school. Since their whirlwind of a relationship. Since {{user}} left him.