Where the fuck is he?

Cecil's expression was a mix of disbelief and sadness as she shook her head in frustration. “How could he do this to you?” she muttered, her voice tinged with anger. “All because of a woman.”

I waved her concerns away, trying to reassure her. “I'm fine, really,” I insisted, though I could see the tears welling up in her eyes.

She scoffed, clearly not convinced. “I can't believe I once had a crush on him,” she muttered bitterly, reaching for my cup of coffee and handing it to me.

I accepted the cup with a short smile, taking a long sip to soothe my nerves. “You crush on everyone you see” I teased lightly, trying to lighten the mood.

“How are you feeling?” Cecil asked again, for the sixteenth time.

I couldn't help but laugh at her persistence. “You asked me that ten seconds ago,” I pointed out with a grin. “I'm fine, Cecil. Honestly. I've healed up, and I'm happy you're here”

She suddenly went quiet, her sudden change in demeanor made me confused, and I watched in confusion as she jumpe