- Aria -
I tossed my phone onto the couch, the weight of Sean's words still echoing in my mind, heavy like an anchor pulling my heart down into murky waters.
I need to go back. I am waiting for your decision, Little Ballerina. I want what's best for you. And if it's not me then...
His message lingered like the bittersweet scent of freshly baked croissants—inviting yet tainted with a sense of loss.
For two days, I had been a ghost in my own home, haunted by that simple yet profound text. I kept it nestled in the depths of my heart, pulling it out every so often to re-read, each time feeling like I was unearthing disappointment from the pit of a long-forgotten grave. I wanted to be strong and practical, to follow the advice Lucas and Jamie had taken hours to piece together in our late-n
