I stood there, frozen, as his words echoed through the air, each one a dagger plunging deep into my heart, "You're too insecure," he said, his voice devoid of the warmth it once held. "You overthink everything, and you don't trust me."
The world around me blurred as tears welled up in my eyes. I could barely comprehend what was happening. This was the man I loved with every fiber of my being, the one who was my everything. How could he say these things?
I wanted to scream, to shake him, to search for the man who once promised her forever. But he's already gone, standing in front of me yet so painfully out of reach.
Because when love fades, it doesn't disappear in words. It vanishes in the way someone stops looking at you like you're home ,is what they say
My chest tightened, and I struggled to breathe. The room felt like it was closing in on me, suffocating me with the weight of his words. He just looks at me, his eyes no longer holding the warmth they once did.
With each step he took away from me, the air grew thinner, constricting around my lungs, stealing my breath. I stood there, paralyzed, drowning in the wreckage of his departure. His silhouette faded into the distance, a painful reminder of the trust he had dismantled with his indifference.
In the shadowed corridors of boarding school life, Aurel steps into a world where relations sparkle like glass, fragile yet dazzling. But beneath the surface glimmer, she finds shards of betrayal and the ache of isolation. Through the dance of heartbreaks and the symphony of struggles of a student and a teen, Aurel discovers her way back to herself.
She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly.
Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that.
"I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare.
A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.