Have I Fallen for Him?

Aria's POV

The rain began to fall just as the taxi pulled up in front of the villa.

I stood beneath the porch, water dripping from the ends of my soaked hair. I didn't bother to wipe it away.

The house was pitch black inside. Silent. So quiet I could hear the thud of my own heartbeat.

Kane still wasn't home.

I dragged myself upstairs, peeled off my damp coat, and collapsed onto the bed. The sheets still held the faint trace of his cologne—crisp, masculine, familiar.

I buried my face into the pillow, inhaling deeply, as if breathing him in could somehow trick me into believing he was still here.

In the darkness, my phone lit up. My contacts list hovered on the "K" section. My thumb paused over his name, trembling.

I didn't press it.

"God, what am I doing…" I muttered, tossing the phone aside with a bitter laugh. He left without a word, and yet, I'm always the one who breaks first.

This night, I couldn't sleep. Again.

In the haze between waking and dreaming, I thought I heard the front