She left me alone after that — for how long, I didn't know. Maybe an hour. Maybe more. I stared at the ceiling, trying to piece together fragments of time that no longer made sense.
Somewhere, deep in my chest, something still hoped he would come.
That he would explain.
That there was another truth hidden behind the nightmare burned into my phone.
But the other part of me — the quieter, crueler part — knew better.
And beneath all that, his face. Adrien's. The man I thought I knew. The one who gave me two magical proposals. Maybe he proposed to her too… what if the proposal he used for me was for her? Maybe that was why he didn't use my real name on the petals.
I turned my head toward the window. The blinds were half-open, letting in a washed-out morning light that didn't feel real. The city outside blurred through the glass — indifferent, alive, moving on.
Why wasn't he here when I woke up? Is he guilty?
