Echoes of Regret

Donovan POV.

Watching Vivienne walk away shattered something inside me, and the sound of the bathroom door closing felt like a final, painful echo of everything I’d destroyed. My chest tightened as her sobs filtered through the walls, the quiet agony of each one tearing into me. I ran a hand over my face, dragging it down slowly as I cursed myself under my breath.

“Why did you bring it up again?”