Aurora's POV
Finally, I was home.
Home sweet home.
By the time I got back to my apartment, I felt completely exhausted. My legs wobbled under me, and my chest was heavy with emotions I couldn’t explain.
I didn’t like Greg, believe me I didn't.
I didn’t owe him anything.
But watching him be taken away like that? It made my stomach churn. I told myself it wasn’t my problem, but the memory wouldn’t leave me alone.
My apartment was quiet, almost too quiet, but I ignored it. I needed something to distract me. Something normal.
I went straight to the kitchen and pulled out ingredients to make a simple meal. Chopping vegetables and boiling water felt oddly calming.
As I stirred the pot, I thought about Greg again. His face flashed in my mind—his stubbornness, his anger, even when the odd
