Cyril
I walked into my room, the weight of the day before was still heavy on my shoulders.
The drive back home with my father had been eerily quiet, a silence that felt suffocating despite the lack of words exchanged.
Alan hadn’t even looked at me the way he used to, his once intense gaze now distant, like he had shut himself off from me.
It wasn’t new; I had seen this before, but it still stung every time.
I couldn't blame him for wanting distance, though. What we had shared had been impossible, wrong even.
But why did it feel so much like I had lost something? I wasn't supposed to feel this way.
I paced the room, my steps heavy with frustration. I tried to focus on anything else, but the echo of the day's silence haunted me.
Was I really moving on? No, not really. But I coul
