I poured myself a drink the moment I got home.
Something dark, something that burned on the way down _ something that could make me forget the way she looked at me tonight. Like I was nothing. Like I deserved it.
Sienna.
Even after all this time, just seeing her unraveled everything I'd carefully held together.
She looked stunning, of course. She always did. But it was more than that. It was the look in her eyes _ icy, sharp, unforgiving. Like I was a wound she never got to heal.
Maybe I was.
I downed the drink in one go and poured another.
I shouldn't have let things get that far back then. I shouldn't have gotten so comfortable , so distracted. There were signs she was pulling away, moment when her eyes were elsewhere, but I ignored them. I thought I had more time. I thought she'd stay.
And maybe.... maybe I pushed her too far.
That night....six years ago.....
I remember Amber being there. Always hovering. Too familiar. Too persistent. That night, she won't leave . I didn't exactly sent her running too.
I should've.
But things were messy then, blurred.
That whole night feels like a haze, and I've gone over it a thousand times, each version worse than the last.
Maybe the truth doesn't matter now.
Not when sienna's eyes told me everything I needed to know.
She hates me.
She doesn't trust me. Not anymore.
And trust, once it's broken, doesn't get patched up with apologies. Not when the damage is that deep. Not when the memories of someone else's hands on me has replaced every good thing we even shared in her mind.
I closed my eyes, letting the silence wrap around me.
The worst part?
I still want her.
Even after everything. Even if I was the villain in her story. Even if I am.
But that look on her face tonight _ like I disgusted her_ it carved something out of me I didn't know was still soft.
And maybe I deserved it.