After Avalon’s words… Sleep never came. Not even close.
Iva remained on the couch long after the television had gone quiet, long after the screen dimmed into darkness, long after the city outside settled into the deep silence of the night.
Her body was still.
But her mind—
Her mind was a storm.
He is with another woman.
The words replayed again.
And again.
And again.
Each time cutting deeper.
Her fingers curled tightly into the fabric of the blanket as her thoughts spiraled uncontrollably.
Who is she?
The question burned.
Where is he?
Her chest tightened.
How… how could he move on so fast?
Her breathing became uneven.
Because no matter how much she tried to deny it—
What they had shared…
It hadn’t felt casual.
It hadn’t felt meaningless.
It had consumed her.
Body.
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