Lucia
I woke up feeling… good. My body was sore in the best way, still humming from everything we’d done.
I reached for the other side of the bed, expecting warmth—his presence.
But the sheets were cold.
Panic bloomed in my chest as I sat up. Where was Zayn? Did he leave? Was he that upset? But… he promised. He said when I woke up, we’d start all over again.
Was that just a lie?
I jumped out of bed, hurriedly throwing on my clothes, my fingers trembling as the sting of tears pricked behind my eyes. But then I froze, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
No.
I wasn’t going to do this again. I wasn’t going to fall apart every time a man walked out the door. One had already broken me—left me in this mess I called a life. I wouldn’t give another the same power.
I pulled myself toget
