Tabitha pov
The world feels different now, like something fundamental has shifted, and there’s no going back. I can still feel the weight of his touch on my skin, the quiet intensity in his voice when he told me to stop fighting. And the worst part? I listened. I let go.
I step into my apartment, the door clicking shut behind me, but the silence feels thicker now, charged with the tension that hung between us outside. My heart is still racing, my skin buzzing from the electricity of being so close to him.
I lean against the door, trying to catch my breath, but it’s no use. My mind is a storm of chaotic thoughts. I should be freaking out, should be terrified of what just happened. But instead, all I feel is… relief.
Relief that I stopped running. That I stopped pretending I could escape
