Zoran wandered aimlessly through the bustling streets, surrounded by a sea of cars and people. Yet to him, it felt like a desolate wasteland, everything around him utterly disconnected from his existence.
Upon returning to the mansion, he made a beeline for my room.
In the past, no matter how much he despised me, I would stubbornly remain by his side.
I'd cook his meals on time, do his laundry, and manage everything in the house, all while desperately hoping for even the tiniest hint of concern from him.
I had tried to explain to him that the situation with Genevieve wasn't what he imagined, but he never believed me. He even thought I was lying to shirk responsibility.
I followed behind Zoran, watching as he took out my diary.
Its pages were crammed with detailed accounts of everything that had transpired between us over the past three years.
January 2, 2018