32- Torn Between Desires

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the small window of my room, casting long shadows across the floor. The air felt heavy, almost oppressive, and I couldn’t shake the exhaustion that clung to me. It wasn’t just from lack of sleep—though I hadn’t managed much of that, either—it was the emotional weight of everything that had happened. The kiss, Aiden’s coldness, the way he had shoved me out of his room… it was all too much.

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the floor, my mind replaying the events of the previous day over and over again. Every time I thought about it, the emotions came rushing back—anger, hurt, confusion.

How had things gotten so out of control so quickly?

I didn’t want to feel like this. I didn’t want to care about Aiden, didn’t want him to have this kind of power over me. But no matter how much I tried to convince myself that I was done with him, that I wouldn’t let him hurt me again, the truth was harder to face.

I cared. I cared more than I wa