Aurora's Point of View
The next morning, I woke up with a headache that matched the weight in my chest. I hadn’t slept well, tossing and turning as Eduardo’s words replayed in my mind, like an annoying song you can’t shake. The sting of his accusations still clung to me, and the anger I’d felt last night was quickly turning into something worse—doubt.
Did he really think that low of me?
I groaned, sitting up in bed. The room was quiet, too quiet. The heaviness in the air was a stark contrast to the paradise that lay just beyond the balcony, where sunlight filtered in through the curtains. I hated that this place, once a dream destination, was now a battleground for my emotions. It felt wrong. We were supposed to be working here, *together*, not tearing each other apart.
I dragged mysel
