🔹️THORNE
I watched her brush a kiss on his forehead once we were done with our daily visit to the infirmary.
I savored the weight and the feeling of her hand in mine, even if it was just part of the role we were playing—putting up a united front even as tension simmered between us.
"I will be back as soon as I can tomorrow," she assured him.
"I'll be here," he returned, his smile so bright it single-handedly lit up the dreary infirmary.
We stepped out into the hall, the heavy door thudding shut behind us and severing the warmth of the room. The silence of the corridor felt like a physical weight, pressing in on the space where our joined hands still clung together.
She dropped my hand.
Without a word, she resumed our new status quo—she walked away.
Umbra whined, a pitiful sound that grated against my ribs.
Go after her.
I didn't move.
She's upset. You hurt her.
"I know," I muttered under my breath.
Then fix it.
