*Anaïs*
I unlock the door, my hand trembling slightly as I turn the key. I have no desire to face Mathis. As we walk into my now old apartment, Griff stands by my side, a strong, reassuring presence giving me courage.
His gaze sweeps the room, alert and protective, like he wants to make sure there is no dangers lurking. Jean stays a step behind, his eyes equally intense but his stance more relaxed. He seems to understand that this is my battle to fight, my past to close up.
The apartment feels oddly empty, like all life has been drained from it. I glance around, my gaze lingering on the furniture that Mathis and I picked out together. But there’s no attachment there, no lingering sentimentality. They are just things, and things can be replaced. There is none of them I feel like bringin
