Soren
I knew I was grasping at straws, trying to hold onto something that was already slipping through my fingers.
Rowan's silence felt heavier than any insult he could have thrown at me. His face first filled with horror, then sadness was carved into my memory, and I knew it would haunt me for the rest of my life.
I sat there, waiting for him to say something, anything, to acknowledge my existence beyond the raw betrayal between us. But he remained quiet, his jaw clenched, his eyes distant.
There was nothing I could say or do to fix this.
I had fucked up. Everyone knew it. And now, I was on the verge of losing everything.
But losing him? That would destroy me.
After what felt like hours of thick, suffocating silence, I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed myself to my feet, hesitating for just a second before stepping outside.
