Leah He leaned against the balcony rail, a cigratte glowing between his fingers, smoke curling into the night. His eyes never left me. A moment ago, I had shoved him off me, and without a word, he had slipped out of bed, lit up a cigarette, and stepped outside. Storm had appeared briefly, placing a bottle of whiskey on the small table before vanishing again. I should've been grateful for the silence, but all it did was replay his words in my head. He didn't come to apologise. All he did was make excuses, refusing to name what he did. Every word circled back to him, his guilt, his pain, his sleepless night. It was always about how broken he was, never about what he broke in me. Not once did he ask how I felt. He just wanted relief, not forgiveness. And when I didn't give him what he wanted, he threatened me. My fists tightened around the sheets. He said he couldn't take it when I looked at him like he was a monster. But what else did he expect, acting like one? The door slid open,
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