Mila's POV
Sleep avoided me like a guilty conscience.
No matter how tightly I shut my eyes, yesterday refused to stay buried. It lingered, replaying in fragments sharp enough to cut through every attempt at peace. The silence of the night only made it worse, louder somehow, heavier.
I thought I was going to break.
But then there was Angel.
His arms around me felt like a lie I wanted to believe. Warm. Steady. Safe. For a few stolen hours, the storm inside me quieted, and I let myself sink into him like he was the only thing holding me together.
And maybe he was.
I didn't remember falling asleep; I only remembered him. But morning came with a cruel kind of clarity.
The space beside me was cold. Empty.
Angel was gone.
No note. No sound. No trace that he had ever been there at all.
And somehow… that unsettled me more than anything that happened yesterday.
I tossed and turned until lying there became unbearable.
