Tabitha pov
The silence in my apartment feels suffocating tonight, wrapping around me like a heavy, oppressive blanket I can’t shake off. I’ve tried everything—distracting myself with TV shows, scrolling mindlessly through my phone, even organizing the clutter in my kitchen—anything to keep my mind from drifting back to him. But it’s no use. Fabrizio’s words echo in my head, louder and more insistent with each passing moment.
No more running.
He’s right. I’ve been running—from him, from this magnetic pull between us, from something I can’t even name. But now, I’m starting to wonder if I even know what I’m running from anymore. Is it Fabrizio I’m afraid of? Or is it the part of me that doesn’t want to stop? The part of me that’s been waiting for this moment all along?
I stand up from th
