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Opened the door.
Paused—
Not for her.
For himself.
“I didn’t want it to be this way,” he said, his voice barely audible.
Then, quieter—almost resentful.
“You could’ve had everything.”
With that, he was gone.
And Lyric screamed again—
A sound that shattered the walls inside her.
Like something tearing loose from her soul.
She screamed until something broke.
Until there was no voice left.
Until hope was gone.
Until there was nothing but the silence he left behind.
Chapter Eighty-Four
Hopeless and Hollow
She didn’t move for hours.
She lay curled on the bed, her throat raw, her ears ringing from the scream that had torn itself out of her.
Her body ached—not from injury, but from something deeper. Something that had unraveled at the seams.
Her face was wet. She didn’t remember crying.
The room felt different.
Not darker. Not quieter.
Just… heavier.
Like grief had seeped into the floorboards and was holding her down by the ribs.
She stared at the ceiling, unblinking.
“Why?”
The whisper wasn’t for him.
It wasn’t even for herself.
It was for the girl who’d loved him. The girl who’d trusted his voice, his hands, his promises.
