AIDEN'S POV
I didn’t touch my food. I mean how could i even bring myself to eat in the situation but I had ordered the pastas already, it would be a shame to let it all go to waste.
I couldn’t even bring myself to look at it.
The table sat still, mocking me—her untouched wine glass, the roses she didn’t take with her, the memory of her voice echoing in my ears like a haunting.
"Do you know why I didn’t show up to that party?"
God. I could still see the tears in her eyes when she said it. I could still feel her slipping through my fingers like smoke I couldn’t hold onto.
She had walked out of that restaurant with her head held high, but I knew the storm she was holding back. Just like I knew I’d caused it.
I stood slowly, threw some cash on the table, and stepped out into the night a
