Nicholas~
I stood there in the echoing gym, the rain pounding against the windows like an accusatory drumbeat, my world crumbling around Katrina's whispered words: "You already have. Just... go find Winter. Maybe you can salvage that. But me? I'm done." Her back was turned to me, shoulders hunched and trembling, the weight of her heartbreak radiating off her like heat from a dying fire. My chest felt like it had been hollowed out with a dull blade—guilt, regret, and a bone-deep ache twisting together into something unbearable. But I couldn't just walk away. Not from her. Not from us.
