She is avoiding me

The furthest from okay I had been since my grandma died and my papa fell sick. The furthest since I had to sell their house to pay the medical bills. And the furthest since I had to take contracts and had my first meeting with an older man who pawed at me like a starving man.

But at the end of the day it didn't really matter, if I was okay or not. I went back into the shell of my life, dropping my emotions into the void and locked away the key.

No amount of wishing and hoping would make Aleksander love me back or show up at my door like a hero in a romance movie. And no amount of screaming and praying would bring my grandfather back from the dead.

My phone buzzed again and the name that sent my heart soaring flashed across the screen. I let it ring until it went to voicemail again. No matter how jumbled my sore feelings were, this was the time I needed to focus.

I had a funeral to plan after all.

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ALEKSANDER'S POV.

If someone asked me to describe my home, my thoughts would on