Bitter Aftermath

Vivienne’s POV

I woke up to cold sheets and too much space.

The spot where he had been was empty. Undisturbed. As if none of it had happened.

For a few blissfully delusional seconds, I almost believed it. I lay there, eyes fixed on the ceiling, convincing myself I’d imagined it all. The kisses. The weight of his body. The way he’d touched me like he already owned every breath in my lungs. A vivid