CHAPTER 108: Everything's Slipping Away

It’s been days since the fight with Desiree, and she still refuses to talk to me. The silence between us isn’t just uncomfortable—it’s suffocating. I wake up each morning with the same ache in my chest, wishing things were different, wishing we could just go back to how we were before. But every morning, it feels like we’re drifting further apart.

Today’s no different. I open my eyes to the faint light filtering through the curtains and roll over. Desiree’s there, sitting up against the headboard, her knees drawn to her chest. Between us is a row of pillows—her line in the sand. That barrier she’s been building up between us since the fight. The sight of it hits me like a punch to the gut, a reminder of just how distant she’s become.

I try anyway. “Good morning,” I say, my voice rough from sleep, hoping maybe today will be different.

She doesn’t even look at me. Just flips me off and slides out of bed, heading for the door without a word.

The door clicks shut behind her, and I’m left