_Dorian's POV_
Lyla walked ahead of me. Her steps were light and unhurried. She didn’t even glance back. The distance between us was more than just physical.
It was as if I didn’t exist to her.
Something twisted deep in my chest. I had hurt her, yes. I had failed her when she needed me the most. But this—this was something else. This wasn’t just anger. This wasn’t just a broken heart.
It was like she didn’t even remember me.
The corridor was quiet except for the soft tapping of her footsteps. My own heartbeat felt deafening in my ears. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Why are you acting like this, Lyla?” I asked, my voice breaking the silence.
She didn’t stop walking. Didn’t hesitate.
I clenched my fists, stepping closer. “I know you’re angry at me. I know I hurt you. But at least ackn
