Whispers of a Second Chance
His words caught me off guard, a strange mixture of vulnerability and possessiveness.
We were silent for a moment, the silence punctuated by the sound of our ragged breathing. I needed to break this stalemate, to regain control of the conversation.
"You're drunk! Just get some sleep," I said, my voice firm, but laced with a hint of sympathy. I ended the call, a wave of relief washing over me.
I blocked his number, a necessary step in moving on. We were done, and I wanted nothing more to do with him.
Months passed, a slow, steady progression towards healing. I heard that Laxus had left the country, his departure a weight lifted from my shoulders. Tyler, thankfully, had also cut off all ties w