Roman's POV.
Sunlight leaked in through the curtains. Soft. Warm. Peaceful.
It didn’t belong here.
Not in this apartment.
Not in this moment.
Not when everything inside me still felt like broken glass.
I stood by the kitchen counter, nursing a black coffee I didn’t even want. I just needed something bitter in my mouth that wasn’t her name.
She hadn’t come out of the guest room.
I didn’t knock.
I didn’t need to.
She came out eventually barefoot, hair messy, eyes swollen. That oversized hoodie swallowed her small frame. Mine. She still wore mine.
She paused when she saw me, like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to breathe in the same room.
I didn’t say anything. Just looked at her.
“Roman…” Her voice was soft. Apologetic.
I gestured toward the chair across from me. “Sit.”
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