BITTERSWEET PART 3: ARMATA AND CALISTA

Armata / Levi

As I stand outside Calista’s door, the silence of the hallway is like a tangible barrier separating me from her. The events of the past few days weigh heavily on me, each moment with her a reminder of the chasm that’s opened up between us.

I’m her bodyguard, tasked with her safety, but lately, my role feels more like that of a silent watcher, observing her retreat further into a shell I thought she had left behind. The spoiled heiress facade is back, and it’s like watching her slip through my fingers all over again.

She’s been avoiding me, ignoring my attempts at conversation, brushing off my presence like I’m nothing more than a shadow. It hurts more than I thought possible. The memory of our kiss, the brief moment of connection we shared, now feels like a distant dream.

I replay the events over and over in my mind, trying to understand where I went wrong. Was it something I said? Something I did? Or is this just Calista reverting to who she was before we got to know ea