The next days, I made myself busy with everything that I needed to do for the proposal. I tried my best to keep my damned feelings at bay. It's not helping that I share the same space with Sebastian every day. Seeing him just makes things worse.
I thought I had already buried everything in the past, but those pesky emotions were resurfacing without warning. And the more I get to see the new Sebastian, the more it gets to me that my Seb is really gone. He will never come back. He will always remain in my childhood memories.
But my stupid heart begs to disagree. It seems that the damned piece of muscle whose only job is to pump blood throughout my body decided to control everything in me. And I can't just sit here and let that happen.
"I want another workstation," I told him one morning w
