From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 145

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 91: Everyone Loves You**

**Savannah**

Cleaning was my nemesis. It loomed over me like a dark cloud, far more oppressive than any of the trials Chloe, Cassandra, or anyone else had ever inflicted upon me. I despised it more than anything, even more than the dust bunnies that had taken refuge under my furniture, mocking me with their very existence.

It had been two days since Roman had dropped me off, and since then, I found myself ensnared in a relentless cycle of scrubbing and wiping down surfaces, as if by cleaning the physical mess around me, I could somehow tidy up the chaotic storm swirling within my mind. Yet, it was becoming painfully clear that this was a futile endeavor.

My week-long getaway had transformed my once-cozy apartment into a chaotic disaster zone, as if the dust itself had conspired to throw a wild party in my absence. Dishes that I could have sworn I had meticulously washed before leaving now lay in a suspiciously dirty heap in the sink, their remnants of meals long forgotten. Clothes I had never worn were carelessly strewn across my bed, mocking me with their presence. The mirror in my bathroom had developed a grimy film that made me question whether I was even living like a civilized human being anymore.

In the midst of this cleaning frenzy, a thought flickered in my mind: perhaps adopting a pet could bring some joy into my life. A kitten might be the perfect companion, or maybe a playful puppy. I even considered a hamster, depending on which little creature I felt a connection with. But that was secondary to the pressing task at hand.

First, I needed to reclaim my space, to restore order to my little haven.

I kept reassuring myself that this was a temporary situation. If I could just fold one more pile of laundry, vacuum one more corner, I might feel a sense of lightness, a fleeting moment of clarity amidst the clutter that surrounded me.

Clean slate. Better days ahead.

But deep down, I knew that cleaning was not the real issue. No, the crux of the matter lay in my desperate attempt to avoid my phone.

I was dodging Alyssa’s persistent texts, Lizzie’s urgent voicemails, and the barrage of missed calls from my mother. I had even blocked Dean after his relentless attempts to reach out. Each buzzing notification felt like a jarring alarm, yanking me from a dream I was struggling to weave into reality. And I simply wasn’t ready to face it.

The truth was, I didn’t want to revisit the past. I didn’t want to think about New Hope or the tangled web of memories tied to it. I had no desire to dissect the remnants of what had transpired there, nor did I want anyone to drag me back into the twisted circus that was my family.

I longed to move forward. Roman and I represented a flicker of hope, something worth carrying with me from that tumultuous place. But everything else? It could rot away in the graveyard of my memories, where it truly belonged.

Yet, no matter how fervently I tried to escape, the past clawed at me with relentless persistence.

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