Thorne
“We’re all playing roles anyway.” that line hits like a curse wrapped in charm. Classic Tristan, one second he’s grinning like an idiot.
Serena laughs too quickly. I feel it in my chest. She’s still watching him and I know that look. I’ve worn it myself.
The fire crackles. No one says anything for a beat too long. Sylvaine picks at her nails. Kaelion throws a stick into the fire and watches it burn like it wronged him. Tristan leans back on his elbows, eyes half-lidded, like none of this is serious.
Serena’s still pretending nothing happened. She has gotten really good at pretending.
“I’m heading in,” I say, standing. No one argues.
Serena glances up at me, eyes searching, but I don’t give her anything. I walk into the cabin and shut the door behind me.
I sit on the bottom bunk and stare at the floor.
There’s a lump in my throat I can’t swallow. Not because I’m angry, but because I finally let myself want this. I want her, even though I know it'll not end well especially for
