A Growing Rift

I was utterly drained. Monday had arrived, and after spending the entire Sunday with Jess, I was certain I would confide everything in her. But when she asked what had happened, embarrassment held me back, so I lied. I told her Eva had returned, and I simply didn't want to be around the lovebirds. She accepted my explanation without question. After all, she knew how Eva's presence affected me.

We spent most of Sunday lounging around, napping, and eating, both of us nursing our hangovers. The only productive thing we managed was making some progress on my capstone research. I checked my phone a few times, hoping for a message from Atlas, but of course, there was nothing. Why did I even expect him to reach out after what had transpired?

That night, I stayed at Jess's apartment. Sleep eluded me. I tossed and turned, desperately trying to push away thoughts of Saturday night. But no matter how hard I tried, memories of what had happened between Atlas and me haunted my thoughts relentlessl