Theodore's Pov
I sit on the lounge chair, the cool breeze of the early morning brushing against my skin. The half-empty bottle of whiskey in my hand catching the dim reflections of the moonlight on the pool's surface. I swirl the amber liquid absently, my mind turning over the events of the day like the slow churn of a tide.
I exhale deeply, leaning back against the chair as I raise the bottle to my lips for another sip. The whiskey burns, but not enough to dull the ache in my chest. My eyes drift back to Juniper’s bedroom window, now dark and still. I search for any movement, any sign of her silhouette, but there is nothing.
"What are you doing, Theo?" I think bitterly. Sitting here, staring at a window like a lovesick fool, hoping for... what? She has made herself clear. Over and over
