The restaurant was warm, dimly lit, and filled with quiet laughter and soft music.
Aurora sat across from Liam, pretending to be present. She suddenly regretted saying yes to him.
As a friend, he was okay. As a date, he wasn't a standard.
Don't get her wrong, Liam wasn't bad. He was good looking and all, but due to the presence of someone else in her mind, she couldn't appreciate his presence.
She wore black. Like she always did when she was trying to bury something.
Liam was speaking, but Aurora's mind was stuck somewhere else. Somewhere darker. Somewhere cold.
The way he looked at her last night. The way he said "Because she wasn't you."
She hated that those words followed her to sleep, even when he refused to explain why he didn't choose her that night.
Hated that they echoed in her head even now, with Liam sitting in front of her, and looking at her like she was something fragile... something that needed saving.
The restaurant was too bright. Too loud.
