Esme’s POV
The hallway felt like a void. Cold. Still. Unforgiving.
I couldn’t breathe in that room any longer. Not after the way he looked at me like I was no one. Like the last few days hadn’t happened. Like I hadn’t happened.
I walked out barefoot, every step hot and messy with panic. My body still throbbed with the echo of his touch, but it meant nothing now, didn’t it? Nothing but another thing to hate myself for. The oversized shirt I’d thrown on barely covered my thighs, but I didn’t care.
Decency? Dignity? I left those behind with my shame.
I found him near the elevators. Just standing there like a ghost, his hands shoved in his pockets like he hadn’t just ripped the floor from beneath me.
“You’re just going to walk away after everything?” I asked, voice cracked and raw.
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