Skye :
I sat on the bed, my body curled up, arms wrapped tightly around myself as if that could somehow keep me from falling apart.
Don't cry, please.
The room was silent, but inside, my mind was a storm—a chaotic mess of thoughts and emotions that wouldn’t stop swirling, no matter how much I tried to force them away.
He said he was sorry. The words echoed in my head over and over again, like a curse I couldn’t escape. Sorry, instead of the three words I desperately needed to hear.
I love you too, Skye.
The world outside moved on, indifferent to my pain. Minutes, maybe hours, slipped by unnoticed. The only way I knew time was passing was when my gaze drifted to the window. The sun had been high when Mason left, but now the sky had faded to darkness, and still he hadn't returned.
Bac
