93 Who Let Her In

Camila

As soon as Ronan left the house, I felt a wave of loneliness wash over me.

To distract myself from the emptiness that his absence created, I decided to keep myself busy in the kitchen.

I wanted to make sure dinner would be perfect when he returned.

I started planning the menu for the evening, imagining how it would feel to host a dinner in his house with his fried present. But then, as I looked around at the food I had made this morning, a sharp realisation hit me—I had cooked food that no one would eat.

The promotion exams were important for Ronan, and I knew how much it meant to him to excel.

Still, I wished he hadn't had to leave on an empty stomach. I worried about him, my heart aching with the thought that he might be hungry while focusing on such an important task.

I wanted to be there for him, to support him, to ensure he was taken care of. But all I could do was stand in the kitchen, hoping he would make it to the top, silently wishing him all the best with every beat of