~~ Vaugha ~~
The door to the studio clicked shut, and the silence that followed was a physical blow. I stood in the red-tinted shadows, my chest heaving, listening to the fading sound of her footsteps. My hands were shaking. I clenched them into fists, my knuckles white, but the tremors wouldn't stop.
What had I done?
I turned back to my desk and swept my arm across it, sending the external drives and camera lenses crashing to the floor. The sound echoed through the basement, a sharp, violent clatter that matched the war in my head. But at that moment I gave the least f**k about those equipments.
Fuck.
I sank into my chair and buried my face in my hands.
Her scent was still in the room.
It was everywhere.
It was that sweet, floral perfume mixed with the raw, heavy smell of her desi
