(Callum)
Sleep proved impossible.
I should have expected that.
After everything that happened, after months of fighting a battle I had already lost, expecting a peaceful night’s sleep was probably the most unrealistic thought I had entertained all week.
The moment I got home, I poured myself a drink and sat alone in the darkness of my apartment, hoping silence would somehow quiet my thoughts.
It didn’t.
If anything, the silence made them louder.
The city stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of my apartment, glowing beneath the darkness like a sea of lights, but I barely noticed it.
My attention remained fixed on a mistake I could not undo.
The kiss.
Everything eventually returned to that.
No matter where my thoughts started, they always found their way back.
The worst
