Maxwell’s POVThe first thing I felt was the cold.The sheets beside me were cool to the touch, no warmth, no weight.I blinked awake, groggy, the light leaking through the curtains too bright. The space beside me was empty, the pillow dented faintly where she’d lain.For one suspended moment, I thought she’d just gone to the bathroom, or stepped out to grab coffee.Then I saw the note.It lay folded neatly on the bedside table, written in Regina’s familiar, slanted handwriting, the same loops and flourishes that had filled old letters I still kept in my drawer, despite telling myself to throw them away years ago.I sat up, heart hammering, the paper trembling slightly in my hand as I unfolded it.Maxwell,I’m sorry.I shouldn’t have stayed last night. What happened between us — it shouldn’t have happened, not after everything. I can’t keep running from the truth. My father hurt yours, and I can’t look you in the eyes knowing that.You deserve peace, and I’ll only take that away from
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