Warmth in The Wake

The door slammed shut behind me, and I was left alone in the hallway. My legs felt like they would give out beneath me, my breaths coming in sharp, ragged gasps as the weight of everything Aiden had said crashed over me like a tidal wave. I pressed my back against the cold wall, my hands trembling as I hugged myself tightly.

I felt hollow—like his words had scraped something out of me, leaving only an aching void. I wasn’t even angry at him. How could I be? He wasn’t wrong about anything. I was guarded. I was broken. And I did and will push him away.

But it still hurt.

I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing, when I heard the sound of the door opening behind me. “Raven, wait,” Aiden’s voice called out. His tone wasn’t sharp or pleading—just soft, almost hesitant.

I froze, my back still turned to him. “Please,” he said again, his footsteps nearing. “I don’t want you leaving like this.”