Cold as ice

I sat outside the studio with an iced-filled drink when my phone pinged with a text message.

We were on a filming break and I wanted to spend it alone. I had been feeling very moody quite recently and was certain that my friends would benefit from time away from me, even though they didn’t say it.

I removed another ice block from my cup and chewed as I opened the message.

‘Can we talk honey, you’ve made it very difficult to reach you’

The text was from an unknown number but I knew who it was. Once in a while, I would feel bad for blocking Adams but I knew it had to be done.

We needed space from each other. I did not think I could look him in the face after his last display.

Him reaching out to me with a new number was not helping his case.

A person slipped into the bench opposite me, souring my mood. There was a dozen benches around, probably empty, why couldn’t they use one of those?

Maybe because this bench wasn’t my property? I let out a weary sigh.

I could not wait till my m