The night had been too quiet.
Ava stood by the window of her apartment, the rain painting streaks down the glass like the tears she refused to shed.Her fingers traced the rim of her wine glass, long since emptied .The silence inside her chest had grown unbearable.
She had tried to forget him. To sleep. To reason.
But the memory of Elias _his voice,his touch, the way his eyes had looked into her as though he was sculpting her soul_would nor leave her.
She pressed her forehead for the window and closed her eyes _one word repeated itself over and over in her mind.
Go.
She didn't know if it was her heart or her desire urging her