~Vincent~
Morning crept in quietly, soft light bleeding through the curtains as the night finally loosened its grip.
I had spent the night here- on her couch, in her space—because I couldn't bring myself to leave. Not without her forgiveness. Not without knowing whether there was still something left to save.
The past month without her had been torture. The kind that gnawed at you slowly, and relentlessly. I didn't know whether it was the bond pulling at me or the possibility that I had fallen for her without realizing when it happened.
The door to her bedroom opened and she startled the moment she saw me.
"Did I not tell you to leave me alone?"
Her eyes were narrowed at me, and I caught the way her body tensed, like she was already calculating an escape. My gaze betrayed me before I could stop it.
