He buttoned his shirt like his soul was elsewhere. He didn't even look at me. I smiled instead.

I smiled at the familiarity of the system. Even though our bodies got close, our souls were elsewhere.

Sex with James had never felt like a connection earned, it was a ritual completed. Just like today, I was satisfied most times, yet I still felt hollow.

I felt used yet untouched.

And silence? It settles even heavier than the sheets, always.

He reached for his phone and walked out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

"Who's Anna by the way?", I muttered under my breath " It must be...