Vanessa Pov Portable Review

And that was the worst part.

I sat by the window, watching the rain trace slow paths down the glass. The city looked blurred—like a memory trying to come into focus. vanessa pov

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Maybe that's the difference , I thought. They're getting wet together. I'm just sitting here, dry and alone, pretending I'm not waiting. And that was the worst part

My phone buzzed.

I set the phone down and pressed my palm flat against the cool glass of the window. Outside, a couple hurried past under a shared umbrella, laughing. They didn't seem to mind the storm. Work email

Three days since the argument. Three days of silence stretching between us like a canyon I wasn't sure either of us knew how to cross. My coffee had gone cold an hour ago, but I kept holding the mug anyway. The warmth was gone, but the weight of it in my hands felt like something to hold onto.