Damien
The distance should have made things easier. It should have helped me push her to the back of my mind, let me pretend that I wasn’t affected, that I wasn’t drowning in thoughts of her.
But all it did was make me see her more clearly.
I saw her everywhere. Not just physically, but in my thoughts, my memories. In the smallest details that I never noticed before—or rather, refused to acknowledge.
Scarlet had always been strong. That wasn’t new. But now, I saw more than just her resilience, more than just her defiance. I saw her.
The way her red hair shone under the afternoon sun, strands of fire framing her sharp, determined face. The way her blue eyes burned with intensity, with emotions she never let spill over, even when the world tried to break her.
I saw the curve of her lip
