Ethan’s POV
I woke up with a dull ache behind my eyes, with the weight of last night pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket. The chaos, the screaming, the crackling tension...it replayed in my head in broken fragments.
For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to steady my breathing. Then it hit me again...what I’d done.
A strange, crawling sensation twisted in my gut. Guilt.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push it away. No, they deserved it. Aaron, with his smug smirk and possessive grip on Amy...the girl I was supposed to have. And Amy… she chose him. Over me. Over everything.
But the satisfaction I thought I’d feel was hollow.
With a heavy sigh, I dragged myself out of bed, every muscle in my body stiff like I’d been carrying the weight of the worl
