Aurora’s POV
The door slams shut behind me.
And the sound is too familiar.
Too heavy. Too final.
The lock clicks, too sharp and cruel, and my chest tightens as if the walls themselves are closing in. I don’t need to turn around to know where I am. The air smells the same: dust, old wood, and the faint ghost of a cologne I once loved.
Jake’s old apartment. *Our* old apartment.
The place where we laughed, fought, and made promises we couldn’t keep. The place I swore I would never step into again.
My fingers curl into fists as I slowly turn.
Jake stands near the door, breathing hard, his eyes wild, his hair a mess like he’s been running from something, or someone. He looks thinner. Broken. Desperate.
“You shouldn’t have brought me here,” I said, my voice steady even though my heart i
