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Mirabella
The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting soft patterns on the bedroom walls. I reached out instinctively, my hand searching for Cole's familiar warmth beside me. The sheets were cold and untouched. Then it hit me; he had not come home last night. He was not coming back anytime soon.
“I need space, Lena.” Those were his own words. They were so harsh and raw, as if I were suffocating him, whereas all I wanted was him all over me like before.
A sharp throb pulsed behind my eyes, the remnants of a restless night. I sat up slowly, the weight of guilt pressing down on my chest. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, its screen lighting up with notifications.
I saw fifteen missed calls when I looked. There were multiple messages, and the majority were from Cole. My he
