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After He Left

Author: Ricky_writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-26 17:11:18

Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen

Maya’s POV

The door closed quietly behind him.

The sound shouldn’t have felt final, but it did.

I stood there for a moment, not moving, not breathing, just staring at the space he left behind. The air was still warm from his presence, but it felt thinner now harder to breathe, like the room itself had shifted.

My legs finally gave out, and I sank onto the edge of the bed. The sheets were still a mess, twisted from the tension that hadn’t fully left either of us. My hands found the fabric, clutching it until my knuckles went white.

I thought it would feel like relief, him walking out. It didn’t. It just felt quieter.

The kind of quiet that makes every thought sound louder.

My chest still ached from holding everything in. The words I didn’t say. The ones I was too afraid to admit even to myself.

He had looked at me before he left, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t trust what would come out. I knew that look. I’d worn it too many times not to r
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