Alan
I felt the weight of my own words, each one like a stone sinking into the pit of my stomach. The silence between us stretched on, heavy with everything that had been unsaid, all the feelings I had buried, all the things I had tried to ignore.
Cyril didn’t speak right away. She just sat there, still, her gaze locked on mine as though she was trying to piece together everything I had just said. Her eyes flickered for a moment, a mix of confusion, frustration, and... something else. Something I couldn't quite place.
I couldn’t read her anymore.
For so long, it had been easy. I could read her every move, every word. I knew when she was playing a game, when she was trying to provoke me, when she was hurt. But now, after everything that had happened, it was like she had closed off parts
