From that day on, Makena didn't see Clark again. In fact, it was safe to say that she avoided him.
Every time she thought she caught sight of his tall figure in the halls or near the station they once frequented, she turned the other way.
Her heart would race, her breath would quicken, and something inside her would twist painfully.
A month passed like that.
Makena sighed in frustration one evening, her fingers gripping the edge of her desk.
The more she avoided Clark, the worse it became.
Her body felt like it was rebelling against her—restless, heated, and begging for something she couldn't admit aloud.
There was a gnawing ache deep within her, a need that grew stronger by the day until it clouded even her thoughts.
"Hi, honey. When are you coming back? I miss you," Makena said into her phone, forcing a smile as she spoke to her fiancé over a video call.
She laughed at his stories, nodded when he spoke about work, and said all the right words.
