Three days later...
The penthouse was unnaturally quiet. Outside, the city buzzed with weekend life. From brunches and traffic to laughter rising from patios. But inside, everything felt suspended.
Tommy stood near the edge of the living room, dressed in grey lounge pants and a plain black T-shirt. The soft cotton clung to his tense shoulders. His body was clothed for comfort, but his posture betrayed the chaos he was holding back.
Three days.
It had been three days since he told Evie he needed space.
And the words still echoed like a bad refrain.
He'd meant them. At least, part of him had. But not like this.
He remembered how her eyes flickered. It wasn't just with hurt, but something deeper. Panic, almost. And still, he had watched her walk out like he wasn't shaking inside.
Their last kiss flashed behind his eyes. It had been bittersweet and slow, filled with words they didn't dare to say. At the time, he believed space would bring clarity.
Now all it brought was silence.
