Nyelle
Morning came far too quickly. I barely slept all night. Every time I closed my eyes, memories from the previous night came rushing back, making my emotions twist into a confusing knot that refused to settle. Part of me still felt hurt. Deeply hurt. Vincent had looked me in the eye and called it a mistake. Even now, lying awake beneath my blanket, those words continued echoing inside my head.
A mistake.
The man I had loved for years had reduced one of the most important moments of my life to a mistake. It should have made me angry. It should have made me hate him. Instead, I found myself staring at the ceiling with a stupid smile threatening to appear every few minutes.
I hated that. I really did.
Because despite everything, despite the pain, despite the rejection, there was one
