Phoebe was beginning to think she was disappearing. Each day the words that Christian said, his low, brooding anger chiseled on her heart. She could hardly see the man she had fallen in love with, the man who used to look at her with love and confidence now he looks at her with suspicion and aloofness. One evening, from Chroma Creative, she arrived home to meet Christian seated in the living room, with his back towards her, facing the floor. She paused, sensing the distance that has been between them slowly widening. “Christian?” She questioned softly, after a while. “Are we… are we okay?” He looked up, his face was pale, and he seemed as though he had slept for weeks. “I don’t know, Phoebe,” he said and his voice was different, icy, unfamiliar. “It’s like I am living with an unfamiliar person most days.” She blushed, and it was hard to maintain her calmness, but she didn’t want him to see her pain. “Christian, you are listening to Seth the man who only wants to be between us.
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