Days had passed since Elise left. Long, shapeless days and Alejandro could not help but wonder how exactly air was passing through her lungs, knowing that she had left him behind.

Because surviving had become a struggle for him.

The house remained the same since she left. The faint scent of vanilla still clung to the hallway. Elise’s favorite mug still rested on the kitchen counter, untouched.

But the air felt different and it was pressing down on him like a weight on his chest.

Alejandro had tried his best to keep his life moving, at least the effort behind it stopped him from going after Elise and keeping to...