Nayana
I don’t know how long I’ve been cooped up in this tiny room. Could be hours, could be days. My sense of time disappeared somewhere between the moments I cried myself into unconsciousness and the moments I woke up crying again. Every time I open my eyes, the darkness looks the same. Every time I blink, the memory of Leo’s face, the hatred in his eyes, slices straight through me all over again.
My throat burns from how much I’ve cried, yet the tears keep coming endlessly. I try to wipe them, but my hands just fall uselessly against my lap. The betrayal stings so deep that my chest hurts when I breathe. I can’t believe he looked at me like I was nothing. Like I was the enemy he’s been hunting his whole life.
He didn’t even let me explain. He didn’t listen once. He just condemned me.
