FAYE
The room fell quiet again.
And for a moment, I just sat there, breathing unevenly, the weight of everything I had just said settling around me.
He still hadn’t spoken.
I didn’t know what I expected.
Agreement?
Understanding?
Something softer?
I didn’t get any of it.
I suddenly felt tired of standing there, explaining myself like I was trying to convince him of something I wasn’t even fully sure of myself.
I looked away first.
My grip on the towel tightened slightly before I shifted, pushing myself off the bed.
The floor felt cold under my feet, but I barely noticed.
I just needed—
Space.
Something that didn’t feel like this.
I took a step forward.
Then another.
Behind me, I heard him shift slightly.
And then—
“Where are you going?”
I paused without looking at him.
