MALIA
The first thing I felt was the pounding behind my eyes—a slow, brutal rhythm that made my skull throb with every heartbeat. My body ached, and my eyes were burning. I must’ve cried myself to sleep the second he walked out.
Pathetic.
When I opened my eyes, the lashes were sticky with dried tears. The room was dim, with the curtains allowing only a small amount of light to pass through. After my eyes were open, I instantly glanced to the side and released a breath of relief when I found the armchair next to the bed empty.
I blinked up at the unfamiliar ceiling, enjoying the silence and the lonesomeness. The silence was disrupted by the sound of a page being turned. Confused, I finally sat up and looked around. Someone was sitting quietly across the room. But I hadn’t felt her pres
