Draven:
I hadn't stepped outside since Friday night.
Since I walked away from her.
Since I stood in the middle of the cottage, with her scent still lingering in the air and my heart torn between wanting to pull her close and running away.
And I had chosen the coward's path. I ran.
Now it was Monday evening, and I was still holed up in my safe house like some damned fugitive. Not from enemies, but from myself. From everything I was feeling. And from her.
I was sitting in the dim living room, the only light coming from the fireplace that had long turned into a dull ember glow. My phone had buzzed countless times since the weekend started - River, Kieran… my friends, even Professors. But not her.
There wasn't a single message, not a single missed call. Nothing.
Not that she ever reached out first, but some stupid part of me… some desperate, selfish part of me had hoped she might, just this once.
"Stupid," I muttered, dragging a hand down my face.
