*Kiera*
The water cascades over me, warm and soothing, but I can't shake the chill creeping into my heart. Each droplet feels heavier, weighing down my thoughts as I scrub my hair with shampoo, trying to wash away the confusion swirling in my mind. I glance at the foggy glass door, my reflection barely visible. It is so weird, the interview went well, I felt good even, en here I am now feeling like a ghost of my former self… lost, unsure.
Will's words from the interview replay in my head, echoing like a haunting melody. He spoke with such conviction, such warmth, and yet beneath that charming exterior, I sense a wall he has built around his heart. He’s my partner in this intricate dance, my fake husband, and while he showers me with kindness, I can’t help but feel the distance between us
