Lillian's POV.
After everything, I spent the next day doing absolutely nothing, and for once, I didn’t feel guilty about it.
I stayed in pajamas. I drank tea I barely tasted. I listened to Diana’s playlist in the background and just… let the world spin without me.
By evening, the lump in my chest had started to loosen, like my body had finally processed what had happened with Adrian, and what didn’t happen with Nathaniel.
And that’s when I did something I’d debated all day.
I picked up my phone, opened my messages, and typed. “Thank you. For last night. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t stepped in. I mean it.”
I stared at the text for too long.
Then I sent it.
The message went through instantly. The gray “Delivered” bubble popped up.
But there was no reply.
No “typing” dots. No second bubble. Just silence.
I told myself it was fine.
He didn’t owe me a response. That night was complicated, and maybe he didn’t want to reopen that door. Maybe I shouldn’t want to either.
