All Chapters of You Left, I Could Have Fixed Us: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen Maya’s POV The room felt bigger now that silence had returned. The fire had burned low, leaving the walls painted in a slow, golden pulse that flickered against the stone. I could still feel Ethan’s warmth beside me, but it wasn’t just from his body it was the kind of heat that stayed even when nothing moved. The kind that felt like memory. He hadn’t spoken since it ended. His arm was draped over my waist, his breathing deep and steady, but I knew he wasn’t asleep. I could feel the small changes in his body the faint tension that didn’t belong to rest. I lay there watching the light shift across the ceiling. The cracks in the stone caught the glow and made thin lines of gold that looked almost alive. Beyond the window, the faint sound of the wind moved through the garden. The same garden where everything always seemed to fall apart before finding its way back together. For a while, I just listened. To him. To the fire. To the quiet that didn’t qu

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-One Maya’s POV The shouting got louder. It started as a few distant voices, but now it sounded like the whole courtyard had woken up. I could hear armour clattering, the thud of boots against stone, the bark of orders cutting through the wind. I moved back to the door and pressed my hand against the wood, listening. Something heavy rolled down the hallway metal scraping, maybe a dropped weapon. I caught my breath and stepped away. The fire was dying, but I didn’t dare move to feed it. Every sound felt like it belonged to someone else now. The air smelled faintly of smoke, not from the hearth — sharper, colder, like burning oil. I crossed to the window again. Below, the torches had gathered into a line, flickering through the mist. A group of soldiers stood near the main gate. Two others were dragging something across the cobblestone. And there near the stables the cloaked figure was gone. A chill ran through me. The gate was still open. The gua

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Three Maya’s POV The air in the room felt too still, like the walls were listening. Neither of them moved. Ethan stood in front of me, tense and quiet, while Alvarez stayed by the window, the rain outside reflecting against the glass like shards of light. The silence pressed between them, thick and heavy, carrying years of something I didn’t understand but could feel in every glance. I didn’t dare speak. Ethan’s voice came first, low but steady. “You were supposed to stay away.” Alvarez turned, his expression unreadable. “You don’t give me orders.” “I do when it concerns her.” That made Alvarez’s mouth curve slightly — not quite a smile. “Her. Always her.” He looked at me again, his gaze slow, assessing. “You think I don’t see it? The way you look at her. The way you breathe differently when she’s in the room.” Ethan didn’t answer, but I saw the flicker in his eyes, the one he couldn’t hide. Alvarez stepped closer, his boots brushing the stone

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Five Maya’s POV The silence between us didn’t fade. It only changed shape. Ethan hadn’t moved since he said he’d stay, but I could tell his mind was already miles away. The tension in his jaw gave him away, the kind of quiet anger that didn’t need words. He stood near the window now, his hand resting against the cold glass, eyes fixed on the night. The firelight threw a soft glow across his shoulders, and even though his back was to me, I could feel the distance stretching between us again. I sat on the edge of the bed, pulling the blanket tighter around me. I didn’t want to ask what he was thinking. I already knew. Something was coming. Something he wasn’t ready to say out loud. When I finally spoke, my voice came out softer than I meant. “You’re not really here, are you?” His shoulders tensed. He didn’t turn around right away. “I’m trying to be.” “But you’re not,” I said. “You’re somewhere else in your head.” Ethan’s reflection caught in the

Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Seven Maya’s POV The meeting ended in chaos. Ethan’s orders were sharp, clipped guards moving fast, closing doors, sealing corridors but all of it sounded distant. Like I was standing underwater, listening to echoes. The letter was still in my hand. The paper had softened where my palm had begun to sweat. I didn’t even realise I was gripping it that tightly until Ethan’s voice cut through the noise. “Maya.” He was beside me now, the tension still hard in his jaw. “What was that look?” I didn’t answer. My heart was beating too fast, too heavy. The mark at the bottom of the page felt burned into my mind that small crescent carved through a line. A symbol I hadn’t seen since before I was brought here. “Don’t,” I said quietly, folding the paper again. His eyes narrowed. “Don’t what?” “Not here.” For a moment, neither of us moved. Then he nodded once and guided me out of the chamber, his hand firm on my arm. We passed through a corridor lined with gua