William
The sound of our bedroom door locking echoed through the hallway with brutal finality. The click of the lock was simple and quiet, but somehow louder than every argument we’d ever had.
Hell, if I said this was our first argument in forever, then I wouldn't be exaggerating.
I stood at the bottom of the staircase staring upward long after she disappeared from sight, my jaw tight, and my hands clenched at my sides. A part of me expected her to come back down, because she always came back eventually.
Maybe not immediately, maybe after crying, after cooling down, after thinking things through, but Bella always returned to the conversation eventually.
Tonight, she didn’t.
The silence stretched through the house endlessly, pressing against my skull harder with every passing second
