LILA'S POV
I miss him. f*****g miss him. I know I'm not supposed to. This, this silence, this space, should feel like freedom. But hell, it doesn't.
He left. The bastard. The least he could've done was be man enough to look me in the eye and say it, say he was leaving.
But no. He said nothing. Just vanished like we never meant a damn thing.
No sane person should crave their captor. Not after the things he made me do. Not after the way he bent me, broke me, twisted me into versions of myself I barely recognized.
And yet, here I am, lonely, restless. The world feels too calm, too still. And my heart? My f*****g heart is racing like it's forgotten how to beat for anything else.
Like breathing itself has lost its purpose.
Like I'm waiting for something that's never coming back.
Why do
