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Chapter 43 — Where Nothing is Enough

作者: Déesse

最終更新日: 2025-08-17 04:58:41

CASSANDRA

The bed is cold from his absence.

I feel it as soon as I reach out into the empty space beside mine. The sheets are perfectly smooth, as if he has never been there. No indentation, no warmth, no trace. Nothing.

And that nothing slaps me awake.

He didn’t sleep here. Not last night.

I lie there, eyes open, fixed on the ceiling. A ceiling I know too well. Every crack, every stain, every shadow at dawn. This ceiling, a witness to my insomnia, my compromises, my silences. To my slow descent into this waiting that leads nowhere.

I sit up, my heart already tight, my shoulders stiff.

Where was he, again? In the office? On the couch? Or in that blurry space he now inhabits, a strange in-between where I am never invited?

I get up. I put on a sweater, a pair of jeans. No makeup. Just a hint of composure. A layer of protection.

And I go down.

He is there. Obviously.

In the kitchen. Calm. Perfect. Coffee in hand. Shirt open over a wrinkled t-shirt. As if he were at home. As if nothing we

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