Serena Rosette
The silence that lingered in the aftermath of our conversation felt like a weight I couldn’t shake off. After Austin left, I was left with nothing but the remnants of what had just happened—his words, his hurt, the finality of it all. It was as though time had stopped, and I was trapped in a moment of unbearable stillness.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the door he had walked out of. The sound of his departure still echoed in my mind, and with each passing second, the guilt deepened. My hands were trembling as I clutched the blanket, trying to steady myself. I had just shattered something—something that had taken years to build, something I had once thought would last forever.
I had hurt him.
The realization gnawed at me, pulling at my insides. How had I gotten
