Twenty One: Sofia’s 23rd.

Our minds make the most of themselves when we want to be with someone but for whatever reason, cannot. It can torturous, having your mind poisoned by this one person or one thing that doesn’t seem to want to leave.

Perhaps, you might not even want it to leave.

Constantly thinking about someone can often be a comforting escape, but it can also be a call to a building infatuation—giving rise to an instant gravitation towards someone. And for reasons known to ourselves, that someone is often always beyond our reach.

Our thoughts can’t help themselves and in the case of Theo, it didn’t.

He just sat there, the majority of the night, delving deep into Sofia’s history—an act that not only fueled whatever he felt, but also a distraction to the night they last spoke. He heaved a deep breath and slouched back into his bed.

In his clean amber eyes reflected a particular photo he had stumbled on from her profile, take into note the fact that he still needed to find out what happened with her fa