BITTERSWEET PART 3: ARMATA AND CALISTA

Calista

As the gym door slams shut behind Levi, leaving me alone in the echoing space, a chilling silence descends. The air is thick with the unsaid, the unexplained, a tension so palpable it’s almost a physical presence in the room.

I sink to the floor, my back against a punching bag, feeling its cold, leathery surface against my skin. My heart pounds in my chest, a rapid drumbeat echoing the turmoil churning inside me.

I’m left standing there, dazed, the remnants of the kiss still burning on my lips. It was a moment of raw passion, unexpected and unguarded, revealing depths of emotion neither of us was prepared to face.

And now, he’s gone, leaving me with a whirlwind of questions and a heart aching with a confusing mix of longing and fear.

I touch my lips, a small smile creeping up despite the confusion.

But that smile quickly fades. Levi’s harsh words keep echoing in my head. “It’s better if you stay away from me.” It stings, a lot. Just moments ago, we were so close, and n