Chapter 7 – The Choice
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My phone buzzed while Elena was in the shower.
Milan [18:07] – Tonight, when she asks you to sit near her, don’t. Sit across the room. Watch. Wait. She’ll feel it. That distance. That power. Let her come to you. Or to me.
It was too precise. Almost like he already knew what she would say. Ten minutes later, she came out wrapped in her towel, face flushed from the heat. She passed me in the hallway, phone in hand, tapping something. She smiled slightly at the screen. And I felt something cold and hollow open in my chest. Was she texting him?
A few minutes after that, she appeared in a black tank top and pyjama shorts, hair damp, eyes tired but clear. She padded over barefoot and leaned in the kitchen doorway. “Want to hang on the couch for a bit? It’s been a weird day.” There it was — exactly what Milan had predicted. And she was holding her phone in her hand when she asked. I swallowed and nodded. “Sure. Let me grab wine.”
By the time I returned, she’d settled on the couch, blanket drawn up over her bare legs. She looked soft. Familiar. I set the glasses down and sat across the room, in the armchair. She looked up, surprised. “You’re not sitting here?” – “I thought I’d stay over here tonight.” – “Why?” – “Just… want to see you.” She studied me for a moment. Her body stilled. Then she gave a small nod, but didn’t smile.
We started the movie. But she didn’t settle. Her eyes flicked toward me too often. Her hand moved to adjust the blanket. She shifted, legs folding and unfolding. I didn’t move. I didn’t say a word. I just watched. As Milan had told me to.
Half an hour in, she paused the movie. “Are we okay?” I didn’t respond right away. “You feel far away,” she added, voice soft. “Not just physically.” I looked at her, sitting there wrapped in cotton and caution, and something inside me tensed. I wanted to say Come here. I wanted to say I miss you. But I remembered Milan’s words: Let her come to you. Or to me. After a moment, she went back to the movie and started typing on her phone.
Then my phone buzzed.
Milan [19:03] – She’s unsettled. Good. She told me she feels you slipping. Let her feel it harder.
I stared at the screen. She told him. He wasn’t guessing. He was watching us both — through her. I stayed seated. She said nothing else. But didn’t curl back up.
That night, she went to bed early. When I followed later, she was lying still. Awake, but turned away. We didn’t touch. And I didn’t ask her what she’d been texting. Because I didn’t want to hear the answer.
At 11:57 p.m., my phone buzzed again.
Milan [23:57] – You chose well. She’s texting me again. Curious how much she’s starting to say.
TO BE CONTINUED