Alaric
It had been ten long days since I last saw Nico.
Ever since that chaotic night in his apartment, a heavy, suffocating cloud had settled over my chest.
I knew I had reacted like a complete madman.
My outburst was wild, irrational, and fueled purely by my own bruised ego, and every single second since then had been filled with a burning, bitter regret.
I hated what I had done. I wanted to fix it—I desperately wanted to undo the damage—but every time I opened my phone to reach out, my thumb paralyzed over his contact.
Instead of fixing things, I cowered out and went completely silent. I had been ignoring him relentlessly.
Whenever his name flashed on my screen, or a text preview popped up, I forced myself to pretend I didn't see it.
