Eduardo's Point of View
I stood in the living room, the silence stretching long after Aurora had left me standing there, her last words like a cold wind that refused to leave. I had been ready to say something—*anything* to convince her, to show her that I understood, that I was willing to fight—but the words died in my throat. She had raised her hand, stopped me, and now all I had was this growing, empty ache in my chest.
Her words echoed, over and over: "If you want me, earn me." I clenched my jaw. I'd thought I had already. I’d worked hard, pushed my limits, made sacrifices. But maybe… maybe I hadn’t done it for *her*. Maybe I had been fooling myself, thinking I could have it all on my terms.
But now, with each passing second, my resolve hardened. She was right, even if it stung. I h
