Dario's Pov
The door slammed so hard the frame shook.
For a second, I just stood there.
Frozen.
Listening to the echoes fade into silence.
The kind of silence that presses down on your chest.
That leaves you standing alone with everything you were too much of a coward to say.
My fists curled tight at my sides, nails biting into my palms.
I should go after her.
Say something.
Fix it.
Instead, I stayed where I was.
Because the second I touched her again, I wouldn’t stop.
And the second I opened my mouth, I’d say something wrong, something that would only push her further away.
Because that’s what I do.
That’s what I’ve always done.
Ruin good things.
I turned and paced once down the hallway, the heels of my boots thudding heavy against the floorboards.
The house felt too bi
