Serenity
The sound of the door closing behind me was louder than I expected. It cut through the quiet like a shot, the finality of it echoing in my chest. I didn’t want to look at him, didn’t want to face the reality of where we were. I needed space. I needed air. But most of all, I needed to find something—anything—to make sense of the chaos that had become my life.
I turned toward the hallway, my feet moving faster than my thoughts. The penthouse felt colder than it had just moments ago, the walls pressing in on me, the silence amplifying everything I couldn’t put into words. I tried to focus on the small details—the art on the walls, the polished floors, the faint hum of the city beyond the windows—but it all felt... wrong.
I couldn’t keep doing this. I couldn’t keep pretending that
