Ava lay curled up in the porcelain embrace of the bathtub, the once-warm water now turning lukewarm as delicate bubbles clung to her skin and slowly dissolved into nothingness—much like the feelings she had tried so hard to suppress.
Her eyes, glassy and distant, stared blankly at the ceiling as if searching for answers in the stillness of the air. Silence echoed around her, but inside her mind, memories screamed.
She replayed every moment, every word, every touch that led to this moment—how it all unraveled, piece by painful piece.
She told herself she felt nothing, tried to convince her heart that it was numb. But beneath that thin veil of emptiness, something raw pulsed—a hollow ache that throbbed like an open wound.
It wasn't just sadness. It was betrayal. Deep, cruel betrayal.
