Isla’s POV
The apartment feels different after that. Same walls, same furniture. But the air feels so heavy. Like something has settled into it.
Zayne doesn’t move for a long time after I say it. If you did it… then I need to know why.
The words are still hanging between us, stretching the silence into something tight and fragile.
I won't take them back, I can’t. Because that’s the truth. Just… a need to understand. Zayne exhales slowly, dragging a hand down his face like he’s trying to steady himself.
When he looks back at me, something has shifted in his expression. The uncertainty is still there. But now there’s something else layered beneath it.
Determination.
“I’m going to remember,” he says, his voice is quiet, but firm. Like he’s already made the decision.
My chest tightens
