Despite the pain in my heart, I forced a smile on my face. "Killian, just give me a few minutes," I said, my voice filled with hope, "the breakfast will be ready soon..."
He turned to me, his eyes cold and distant. "I'm not hungry," he replied curtly, the finality in his tone cutting through me like a dagger.
And just like that, he got dressed and walked out, leaving me behind in the silence of our home. The door closed like a heavy curtain falling after a final act, and I stood there, alone and aching, trapped by the choices I had made and the love I feared I might lose forever.
The dam within me broke, tears streaming down my cheeks as I sank to the floor, broken and helpless. My heart was a chaotic mess, my mind swirling in a tempest of despair. I found myself trapped between two agonizing choices, each threatening to tear me apart. The fear of what loomed over Ethan gnawed at my insides, a painful reminder of the stakes I faced.
