I woke to a bright morning. My body ached, but my chest was warm with the memory of last night.We did it. We finally gave our love a name.Smiling, I turned, eyes half-closed, reaching for him—only to fall into cold sheets.My heart stopped. I blinked fast, the bed beside me empty.Panic clawed at my throat as I sat up, searching—until I saw him.He was sitting on the couch near the window, shoulders tense, eyes fixed somewhere beyond the glass.Those eyes weren’t the ones that had looked at me with love hours ago. They were ice now—distant, unreadable.“Sit,” he said.It wasn’t a request.My knees hit the edge of the bed, and I sank down before I even realized I’d obeyed. My palms were slick with sweat.“Why?” His voice was quiet, but it sliced through me. His gaze didn’t waver.I opened my mouth, but nothing came. The words caught, useless, on my tongue.“I… I’m sorry,” I managed. My voice cracked. Tears blurred my vision.The next sound was the crash of glass. He’d hurled the flow
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