Sheila’s POV
The door closes behind me with a dull click.
For a moment, that is the only sound. That small, final sound that makes it real. It echoes through the quiet, settling somewhere deep inside me like a truth I do not want to face.
My dorm room feels too small tonight. Too quiet. The air is thick and heavy, like the heat from him followed me here, clinging to my skin, caught in the fabric of my clothes. I can still smell him on me, that faint mix of smoke and something darker.
I set my bag down on the floor, but my fingers are shaking so hard that it slips, thudding against the carpet with a dull sound that feels louder than it should.
I just stand there, staring at it like the simple act of dropping a bag could undo the chaos in my head.
The silence presses in, filling the ro
