|| Cora ||
I woke up frustrated, the empty space beside me a stark reminder of Lorenzo’s absence. It had been a week since that night—the night we had finally given in to the tension that had been building between us for so long. And yet, just like always, he had slipped away before the sun rose, leaving me alone with nothing but a note on his pillow.
*“I gotta go, cupcake. Take care.”*
That was it. No explanation, no promise to return, just those six words scrawled in his messy handwriting. I crumpled the note in my hand, my chest tightening with a mix of anger and hurt. How could he do this? How could he leave me like this, after everything we had shared?
I forced myself out of bed, my movements stiff and mechanical as I went through my morning routine. The house was quiet, too quie
