Ava
Night had fallen, and I lay in bed, restless and unable to sleep. I tossed and turned, my mind racing with thoughts of what had transpired earlier. Caspian had chosen to sleep in another room, giving me space as our relationship drew to a close.
As I lay there, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. Was this really how our fake relationship would end? Just like that?
Unable to calm my racing thoughts, I threw off the covers and got out of bed. I padded downstairs, my bare feet making barely a sound on the cold floor.
As I entered the living room, my eyes landed on a bottle of whiskey on the coffee table. It was open, with a single glass sitting beside it. I assumed Caspian must have had a nightcap before retiring to his room.
For a moment, I was tempted to pour myself a glass
