I sit on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the wall as the soft glow of the moon casts a silvery light through the window, illuminating the darkness of my room.
The fight with Lucas replays in my mind like a broken record, his hurt expression seared into my memory like a branding iron. I told him I needed space, but now the weight of my words feels crushing, suffocating me with regret.
How did we get here?
I thought we were solid, unshakeable. But now, it seems like a single misunderstanding is shattering everything. I bury my face in my hands, the sting of tears threatening to spill over. What am I doing hurting the both of us like this? I know Lucas wouldn't do anything to hurt me, but knowing he hid something like this from me is what's making me this stupid.
