CONFLICTED WITHIN

DAMIEN

I wake up to the sound of waves crashing against the shore, a rhythmic reminder of the paradise we’re supposed to enjoy. My eyes flutter open, and for a moment, I’m disoriented. The room is filled with light, the curtains billowing softly in the breeze. I sit up, feeling the weight of the previous night’s decisions settle heavily on my chest. The bed is empty beside me, as it has been for the past few nights.

Anna is in another room, likely asleep or already out for a walk. She’s been doing that a lot—taking long walks alone, lost in her thoughts. I can’t say I blame her. This honeymoon has been anything but ideal, and it’s mostly my fault. But regret isn’t something I dwell on. It’s just not in my nature.

I push the sheets aside and swing my legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing my hands over my face. My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and I pick it up, half expecting another message from Amanda.

Amanda: Hey handsome, Awake? I can’t seem to forget how you fucked me. You’re r