Aurora’s POV.
I paced outside the door of our room—mine and Luther’s. The room I hadn’t stepped into for two whole months. My fingers wouldn’t stop twitching. I kept clenching and unclenching my fists like that would stop the tremble running up my arms.
God, why was I even shaking?
This wasn’t fear. It wasn’t. But whatever it was, it made my skin hot and my throat tighten like something was pressing down on it. I could barely breathe.
Just walk in. Say the words. Leave.
That’s what I told myself over and over.
Then I finally opened the door. Slowly. I peeked in.
Empty.
My heart sank.
"Where did he go..." I mumbled to myself, my voice barely making it past my lips. My breath was shaky, my legs still unsure if they should move or collapse.
"Um... Luther...?" I called out, trying n
