Aurora's POV
Fine!
If he wants to be stupid, if he wants to deny every obsession running through his head, if he wants to throw away everything we've built like it means nothing—then I'll do the same.
I forced myself to stand. My legs were trembling, but I didn't care. I stormed back into my room, trying not to wake my sister. She must not know I'm out of bed—she'll lose it if she finds out.
I couldn't sleep that night. Every single memory of him felt like a knife pressing deeper into my chest. The clothes he bought me. The necklace. The letters he wrote when he was away. Every one of them screamed his name, and I hated it.
"Versa," I whispered, summoning the flames. The fire caught fast, dancing across everything we once called us.
But then—I broke. I fell to my knees as the fire crackled around me. I held my chest, trying to breathe through the pain. "Versa…" I whispered again, my voice cracking. The fire stopped instantly.
