Sindy
The door shut behind me with a heavy thud, the echo trembling through the silence of the room.
I pressed my back against it, holding my breath, as though I could still feel him standing on the other side—his heat, his shadow, his voice curling around me like smoke.
You already know I can’t.
The words replayed in my head, unspooling like a thread I couldn’t cut.
I dragged in a shaky breath, pushed off the door, and crossed the room in three sharp strides. My body moved on instinct—boots unlaced with jerky fingers, coat tossed over the chair, hair pulled free from its binding. Every movement was quick, harsh, like I could scrub the weight of the night off me if I just moved fast enough.
But nothing worked.
Not the way I ripped the blanket tighter around my shoulders, not the way
