"I'm disappointed in you, Hugo."
My words cut through the air sharper than I intended, but I didn't regret them. Not this time.
I stood there, gripping my own wrist tightly as if that would somehow stop the trembling in my hands. Hugo remained silent, sitting on the edge of the terrace, staring into the distance like a man too afraid to look me in the eyes.
"You always do this." My voice wavered, but I didn't stop. "You always think silence is the best solution. You think if you say nothing, the problem will disappear. That I will disappear."
He flinched.
Good.
"I'm not Nia, Hugo. I won't stick around waiting for you to choose me. I won't stay quiet while you pretend nothing happened."
Still, no reply.
The silence was deafening. The wind blew softly, brushing strands of my hair across my face, but even that felt louder than his silence. He could've said something—anything—but he sat there, frozen.
It made my heart twist in ways I didn't want to feel anymore.
