Serenity
The weight of the silence in the penthouse was suffocating. I had spent the past few days trying to avoid it, trying to escape the stillness that had settled between Luca and me, but it was inescapable. It clung to the corners of the room, seeping into the walls, suffocating everything it touched.
I kept to myself, retreating into the space I had claimed for myself—my room, my corner of the penthouse where I could at least pretend that I had some semblance of control. I spent my days painting, a feeble attempt to regain some piece of who I was before all of this. But even the brushstrokes felt empty, like I was trying to fill a void that couldn’t be filled.
Luca hadn’t said much since the night I had walked away from him. There were still moments when I caught him looking at me
