Love?

I stood there, glaring at Luca. My anger bubbled up from within, threatening to explode if I didn’t keep it in check.

“Blake, it’s…” Luca began, his voice faltering, as though the words were just out of reach. There was uncertainty in his tone, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want his apologies, his excuses, or whatever weak justification he was about to offer.

I couldn’t bear it.

Sharply, I turned on my heel and strode out of the room as quickly as I could.I had to get away—away from the crushing tension, the relentless chaos, and the suffocating pressure of his presence. The walls of the room seemed to close in on me as I made my way through the corridor.

I wish he had left me to die.

The thought pierced through the storm in my mind. It wasn’t new. It was a familiar whisper, a cruel companion I’d carried for too long. Now, it screamed louder, clawing its way to the forefront.

If I had died, there’d be no more pain. No anger. No hatred. No trouble.