As I sit at my desk, the office buzzes around me, but I’m lost in thought. For weeks, Kylo has been different. His touches lingered longer, his kisses were deeper, and his smiles—real smiles—became more frequent.But I couldn't bring myself to accept those moments fully. My mind kept reminding me that our contract would end in just a month, and no amount of affection could change that. I had kept my guard up, knowing that there was no future beyond this temporary arrangement.But today, something shifted.I’m scanning through emails when I overhear hushed whispers at the far end of the room. The office gossip has been a constant background noise, something I’ve learned to block out. Yet, a word catches my attention, Kylo.My heart races, and I tilt my head slightly, pretending to still be focused on my computer, while my ears tune in. They are new employees and don’t know my relationship with Kylo.“...the model, I swear I saw them together last night. They looked cozy,” one voice say
KYLO’S POVAfter a demanding day of meetings, I sat by myself in my office and couldn't get rid of the gnawing sensation that had been there for weeks. The chilly, deserted office seemed to mirror my own inner feeling of being alone, unsure, and completely empty. The quiet moments between tasks were becoming unbearable, and there was no escaping the persistent thoughts of Varya.It wasn’t just that our contract was about to end—though that weighed heavily on me as well—it was the way she had become distant again.The soft looks we once shared, the tentative warmth that had begun to grow between us, all seemed to vanish the moment I returned from my trip.She was slipping away from me.I stood and paced around the room, trying to focus on something, anything else. But all my thoughts drifted back to her.The way her eyes had once softened when I kissed her in public, the small smile that used to play on her lips when she thought I wasn’t looking—all of that seemed to have disappeared
There was no one in bed when I awoke; it felt so lonely without Varya beside me. It crossed my mind that she might have woken up earlier than usual – probably busy doing something mundane around the house.Still drowsy, I sat up only to realize how oppressive it felt to my breath. The silence filled my surroundings with an uninviting air.I took a look at the clock—7:00 am—later than normal. She ought to be here with me now. Rubbing my face in manual labor fashion, I shouted out her name but it sounded too loud for an empty room like this one and fell flat from a mouth deprived of hope.With that, I jumped out of bed and went wandering through our home calling for her again along corridors and rooms of living space. Nothing. The kitchen was empty, the living room untouched.No sign of her anywhere. A cold realization began to sink in. I returned to the bedroom and checked her closet—half of her clothes were gone.She had left.I stared at the empty space where her clothes used to hang
Hazy city lights were all I saw as I staggered out of the bar after the burn of whiskey had clung to my throat. I was drunk but not like the one who felt invincible; instead, I was more like a drowning man trapped in his own thoughts he wanted to escape from.Wading through thick fog felt like taking each step with rotten legs made heavy by alcohol and regret.There waiting for me was Eric; my driver. He said something maybe it was my name or anything bordering on help to get into the car but all this reached no ears as only the sound of my echoed thoughts filled up that drunken mind mess.Varya was there again pulsating through my veins like some strange rhythm reminding me of what love feels best who hurt most at birthdays and anniversaries; her absence stung so deeply past all clouds made up from drinking until one forgets about everything attractive just because they would have brought them too close again you see?All those memories remained facing you sharply hence left raw/fray
I’d never been good at admitting failure, especially not to my grandfather. He was a strong man, a successful man who would never allow himself to exhibit any sign of weakness before anybody. I was raised under his greatness and tried my best to be like him and make him proud.Right now though, there is one reality that I have been avoiding for so long; Varya is no longer mine. Now, I needed to inform this heartbreaking news to my father without having the faintest idea of what to tell him.The drive to my grandfather’s home seemed longer than normal. These days, I barely visited him at all. All along, I’ve always had some excuses for instance work engagements or meetings, and presently the whole thing with Varya.However, as I drove towards his place finally, the weight of everything that I had been hiding from him fell heavily upon me. I wondered what he would say if I told him that Varya was no longer there.How about informing him she had walked away despite his faith in marriage
The office was a cold place. Even more so now that Varya was gone. Every place reminds me of her, her joy, her smell, and how she lit up that room by just existing. I had tried staying focused; trying to work hard but it was all in vain.Every file that came to my hand every meeting wasted away without her being part of us. The vacuum inside me caused by her never really went away.When Jasmin showed up in the office that day I felt a tinge of hope flickering within me. She might know where Varya was or perhaps she could assist me locate her.I marched across the room and could feel my heart racing with trepidation. While Jasmin was chatting with a colleague, she halted when she saw me coming in her direction.“Kylo,” she responded hesitantly due to nervousness considering what I wanted to ask.“Jasmin,” I started after clearing my throat which had become an obstruction all through this time.“I require your attention for one moment.”With her consent, she followed suit inside my offi
Never before had the house felt this level of hush. It was early in the morning, yet the stillness was suffocating.The regular set of movements, as Varya moved down the corridor with whispering clothes and planks that croaked lightly—everything had vanished.In the kitchen; they were merely empty shells.I drifted unknowingly through corridors, while my footsteps echoed in silence. For some days I avoided Varya’s room, telling myself it would hurt too bad to step into it—but now I was standing in front of her door. Hesitatingly my hand hovered over the knob.I wasn’t sure if I could stand it—the memories that would hit me immediately after stepping inside. But I couldn’t avert my eyes for too long.A deep breath filled me as I turned the knob and pushed open the door.Her scent hit me instantly. The scent that used to be there is now gone. A pleasant haze filtered through the room and made me think of her as if she had just gone out for a moment, but would soon return. I knew she wou
Varya had disappeared for weeks and the silence in the house was unbearable. I couldn’t concentrate on work, or think properly.The place brought memories of her back to life – her laughter, her presence that was seldom noticed, those sneaky-hidden glances when we were not talking at all.She left my life so easily just like an air through a window that was left open; only emptiness remained.It had to stop. This was eating me up – feeling helpless without knowing where she was, what she was doing, or if she would ever be okay. It consumed me from within. Then I reminded myself that perhaps this was what she wanted.Maybe she went away because our contract expired? But even then my heart still longed for her because there was no heartache that could ever take its place… And all of this left unexplainable things on its own.No, I wouldn’t stay and wait for her return like this. I must search for her.I dialed Jasmin’s number and told him how close they had been at some point in time, b