Sheila’s POV
I walk home fast, like I can outrun what just happened.
But I can still feel him.
The way Brendan looked at me before he said those words.—Then I’ll stop chasing.
It keeps looping in my head like a song I can’t turn off.
The streets are almost empty. The air feels heavy, thick enough to choke on. Every step feels too loud, every breath too shallow. I cross the road, my heart still pounding, my skin still warm from the things he said, from the look in his eyes that felt too real, too close.
By the time I get to my apartment, my hands are shaking. I drop my keys twice before I finally get the door open. The silence hits me hard. No noise, no movement, just me and the mess in my head.
I throw my bag on the couch and lean against the door, eyes closed. My chest rises and fa
