Sophia
Cold sheets.
The room was too quiet.
Sunlight spilled through the curtains like it didn’t care about the mess inside. I rolled over, groggy and bare, the sheets twisted around my thighs. My hand reached for him before my mind even registered what I was doing.
Empty.
Just cold sheets and a dent where he should’ve been.
I sat up slowly, chest tight. The air felt wrong. Still. Like the calm before something awful. I looked around the room. His cologne had already started to fade from the pillow beside mine.
Gone again.
I pulled the sheets to my chest and stared at the wall. I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel anymore. Anger? Hurt? Loneliness? None of it was new.
He did this. He always did this.
But last night—last night had been different.
He didn’t just use me. He s
