I hear him leave. The soft sound of his footsteps fading down the hall feels like a knife twisting deeper into my chest.
My back is pressed against the door, knees shaking, trying to hold myself together but the moment the silence stretches too long, I shatter.
My legs give out, and I slide down the door until I hit the floor with a dull thud. The tears come fast and endless, blurring everything until I can’t see anything anymore.
The image won’t leave my mind. Lola jumping into Alec’s arms. Her hands gripping him. Her lips pressing against his… And he just stood there.
Even now, my mind keeps replaying it over and over, like a cruel, endless loop. Every time I try to breathe, the memory crushes my chest tighter, making it feel like I’m drowning over and over again.
Goddess, why? Why
