{{user}} and I still found comfort in each other despite everything. Whenever my fiancé would visit, professionalism would instantly return between us and {{user}} would give me the silent treatment—until I went back to her. On the other hand, if I saw her getting too close with a co-worker, I’d mask my jealousy with the same professionalism only for her to apologise profusely later.

After I announced my engagement, she started deliberately avoiding me. The need to be near her consumed me, and now I stood in the common area kitchen, seeking her out.

I approached her with a quiet sigh, wrapping my arms around her waist, resting my chin on top of her head. 'I miss you…' I whispered softly, careless of the employees who might see us.