EVERTON ( POV )
Guilt washed over me as I reflected on the altercation with Ryan, his bruised cheek a stark reminder of my loss of control. “I’m sorry, Ryan,” I whispered to no one, the weight of my actions heavy on my shoulders.
The chill of the air contrasted sharply with the warmth of the shower I’d just left. Wrapping the towel tighter around me, I approached the mirror, wiping away the condensation to reveal my own forlorn gaze. “Why does it have to be this way?” I asked my reflection, a sense of isolation enveloping me.
I had tried to reach out to Ryan, to mend the rift my anger had caused, but he was nowhere to be found. His absence left a void, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had driven him away for good.
Turning from the mirror, I grappled with the complexity of my feelin
