ELYRA.
It had been four days since that night.
Four long, heavy days.
I had kept my distance away since that night, staying away from him as much as I could. I spoke only when necessary. I cooked because that was part of our agreement. Breakfast, lunch, dinner. No extra words. No unnecessary eye contact.
And he seemed fine with it.
Maybe he even enjoyed it.
But today, something inside me felt different. I was tired of pacing around the house like furniture. Tired of staring out the window. Tired of pretending that this was enough for me.
I needed air. I needed purpose.
I had been thinking about it for days now. Planning what I would say. Practicing it in my head while chopping vegetables or scrubbing plates.
I wiped my hands on my apron and stood still for a moment outside the di
