✴ Scarlett ✴
The soft glow of Christmas lights cast patterns across my bedroom walls, a cruel reminder that the rest of Wintervale was still basking in the joy of the season. I, on the other hand, couldn’t find a shred of happiness in any of it. I lay curled up on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as Damien’s departure replayed over and over in my head. He had left. And it wasn’t just the fact that he was gone; it was the way he had done it. No apology. No hesitation. Just cold words, a goodbye, and that impossibly tender kiss – the kiss that felt like a cruel contradiction. The way his lips had lingered on mine as if he didn’t want to let go, only to push me away with his words. The tears I had been holding back since last night finally broke free. I rolled onto my side, and I hugge
