Bleed for him

Abby sat alone in the dimly lit room, swirling the wine in her glass as the clock ticked away the seconds. The quiet was suffocating, pressing down on her like a heavy blanket, amplifying the gnawing anxiety that had taken root in her chest. She had been patient, waiting for Remo to come to her after his confession, but the days had passed with nothing but cold silence. Her grip on the glass tightened, the knuckles of her hand turning white as she tried to calm the storm raging inside her.