The door didn’t creak when it opened...it crashed. Just a little. Not out of anger, but urgency. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was.
Beta Luca.
Only he had that calm yet authoritative presence that settled like a stormcloud before rain....heavy, dense, waiting.
I didn’t move.
I couldn’t.
I sat there on the cold floor like a discarded doll, tears staining my face, fingers clutched tightly around that cursed photograph.
My shoulders trembled, and the silence screamed louder than anything he could’ve said.
Beta Luca exhaled slowly.
“I saw him storm out.”
I bit my lip, trying to hold back more tears, but my voice came out shattered anyway.
“Good for you. Maybe go join the fan club and clap for him.”
He didn’t rise to my sarcasm. Just closed the door gently behind him and
