The Apathy of Survival

RONAN'S POV

I sat at the kitchen counter, pushing my spoon through the soggy remains of my cereal. The repetitive motion did little to quiet the gnawing thoughts in my head. I knew I had been cold to Sienna this morning—too cold, maybe. I could still picture her face, the hurt, the confusion. It was like I was constantly pushing her away, and yet, all I wanted was to pull her closer. But that wasn