Nickolas’s POV
Her words hit me harder than I expected.
We should end this?
I could handle a fight. I could handle rage, jealousy, even hatred. But this? The way she said it in a quiet, final goodbye? It shattered something inside me.
I stared at her, looking into her face for any sign that she didn’t mean it. But there was nothing except a hollow sadness in her eyes, one that sent a ache through my chest.
“Are you scared because of your sister?” I asked, my voice came out slower than I expected.
She didn’t answer or even blink. She just stood there and stayed silent, like she was afraid of something. But I had to know why she was calling this off.
“Do you regret what we did?” I asked again.
She went silent again, her silence stretched for too long, then her throat started work
