Celyne POV
The moment the door closed behind him, the silence felt louder than anything he had said.
I didn’t move.
I couldn’t.
For a few seconds, I just stood there, staring at the space he had occupied, my chest rising and falling unevenly.
Then slowly…
My eyes dropped.
To my hand.
The same hand he had grabbed.
My fingers trembled slightly as I lifted it, turning it under the light.
Red.
The skin was slightly swollen where his grip had tightened.
I swallowed hard.
“It still hurts…” I whispered.
Not just my hand.
Everything.
My grip on the edge of the bed tightened as a wave of dizziness hit me suddenly. My balance shifted, and for a moment, I almost fell.
But I caught myself.
Barely.
My hand pressed firmly against the edge of the bed as I steadied my weight, breathing
