(Ava’s POV)
After the grueling training session with Emily, my body ached in places I didn’t even know could hurt. My arms hung limply at my sides, my legs heavy with each step as I trudged back into the house. Sweat clung to my skin despite the cool breeze that wafted in from the slightly ajar front door. But it wasn’t the soreness that truly exhausted me—it was the weight in my chest, the ceaseless flood of thoughts that had haunted me all day..
Even during training, when I should’ve been fully focused on improving, he was there. In my head. In my heart. The way he looked at me, the way his voice lingered with that sharp edge of coldness—it was like I couldn’t breathe around him anymore. And the worst part was, I didn’t know if I hated him for it or if I simply hated how much it still
