"W-what…?"
She heard it the first time, but the words felt like a cruel joke. There must be something wrong with her. Right. Even though she was a half-werewolf, and werewolves were supposed to have excellent hearing, hers must have been defective.
Florian stood taller, his posture cold and distant, as if he was pulling away from her very presence.
"I said no," he repeated, his voice sharp, final, and unyielding. There was no room for argument, no space for hope.
"B-but… Flo…"
How could you live without me? Am I nothing to you anymore? Is it really so easy for you to let me go?
The words burned in her chest, but she couldn't find the strength to speak them. Instead, all she could do was blink, her confusion growing into something much heavier.
She scoffed weakly, pressing her hand to her forehead as if she could push away the pain, but it only deepened.
