Max
When Lila departed from my life, it seemed like she had removed the essential air I inhaled. I can't understand what I am doing well right now.
The moment the door slammed behind her, the silence in the apartment was immense, echoing the weight of everything I had lost.
I remained on the couch's edge, gazing at the void where she used to be.
The room had a subtle scent of her perfume, a blend of lavender and vanilla—but it was quickly dissipating, leaving only the pain in my chest.
I yearned to chase after her, to repeat that I would change, that I would become the man she truly deserved.
However, she no longer trusted me. Honestly, I wasn't certain I believed myself either.
The reality struck me forcefully: Words alone were insufficient. Promises were simple, but actions were what counted.
