Aria’s POV
I couldn’t sleep again. I’d tried, turned over too many times, stared at the ceiling until my eyes ached, but sleep wouldn’t come. The silence pressed too much, and my head wouldn’t stop replaying the words from last night. A day has passed and he still avoided me like plaque and sometimes it made me question, why he made efforts to find me just to give me the silent treatment.
I’d thought I wanted freedom. Now I couldn’t even figure out what it meant anymore.
So I got up. My hands needed something to do, anything that didn’t involve thinking. I tied my robe, slipped out barefoot, and went to the kitchen to make coffee. I wasn’t really craving it. I just needed the noise of it , the taste , the spoon hitting the mug, the smell that reminded me I was still here.
I moved slow
