[LINA]
Dylan turned on his heel before I could respond, walking away with that same silence he always had.
And just like that—he was gone.
Gone, like the moment had meant nothing.
Gone, like I had meant nothing.
I stared at the space he left behind, the ache in my chest growing heavier by the second. My hands trembled slightly as I picked up the half-finished glass of milk. I drank it all in one go, not because I was thirsty, but because I didn't know what else to do.
I just needed to do something.
Anything.
The warmth of the milk was lost on me now. It sat in my stomach like stone.
I placed the glass on the counter with more force than necessary, trying to keep my breathing steady.
My eyes burned—not from tears, not yet—but from the frustration of everything we hadn't said. From the stupid hope that had dared to rise in me again.
From the truth I had tried to deny for so long.
He had always been able to affect me with so little.
