I stayed in my room all day, curled up against the headboard, my curtains drawn tight enough to swallow most of the sunlight. The world outside kept moving, I knew that much, the dull hum of traffic filtered faintly through the glass, voices sometimes drifted past the house, but for me, time just… stopped.
I wasn’t tired, but my body refused to move. I couldn’t read. Couldn’t focus. The laptop sat idle on my desk, Taylor behind it, a pile of notebooks untouched beside it. All I could do was stare at the ceiling and feel this heaviness pressing against my chest.
The image wouldn’t leave my head. Damian holding Marianne. His arms wrapped around her like they belonged there. His face buried in her neck like she was home.
And me? I was the outsider watching from a distance with a stupid box
