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Axel

It has been three days since Rosalind and I had the conversation in her room, and we haven't talked about it ever since. After the conversation, we just slept in each other's arms; and when the morning came, I didn't see Rosalind by my side. 

Frankly, I think things have changed—but not for the better. 

I don't know why, but Rosalind feels...distant, somehow. It's not like she's fully ignoring me, but she draws on a clear line whenever I try to be intimate with her. 

"Oh, hey," I said, greeting her as she went inside the room. 

She paused and stared at me, and I swear I saw a hint of regret in her eyes. I tilted my head to the side in confusion. Something is definitely up. 

"Uh, yeah...hey. I was just passing by to get," she looked around the room until her eyes came across an empty water bottle on her bedside table. "this!" she walked over to the bottle and picked it up. 

I raised one of my ey