Tyrone's POV
The night was silent, yet inside me, there was a roaring chaos that wouldn’t quiet down. Her face—Eloise’s face—kept haunting me, flickering like a light I couldn’t shut off.
No matter how hard I tried to push her out of my thoughts, she lingered, filling the shadows of my mind like smoke. I sat up in bed, clutching the sheets in frustration, feeling trapped in my own head.
“What was that look in her eyes?” I murmured to myself, trying to understand the strange glimmer I'd seen earlier.
“Was she trying to tell me something... or am I just seeing things that aren’t there?”
Rolling over restlessly, I let out a groan, punching the pillow in frustration. This bed, vast and luxurious as it was, felt unbearably empty.
It mocked me with its silence, like an endless, cold rem
