The school day had been a whirlwind of emotions, and by the time you walked through the front door, the weight of it all felt unbearable. Rome—his name echoed in your mind like a cruel reminder of the boy who had turned your world upside down. You didn’t stop to greet anyone or explain yourself; you headed straight for your bedroom, your heart heavy and your eyes already brimming with tears.

As soon as you stepped inside, you let out a shaky breath, tossing your bag onto the floor without a second thought. The familiar comfort of your room did little to ease the ache in your chest. You climbed into bed, pulling the blanket over you as the tears finally spilled over, hot and relentless.

The muffled sound of your sobs filled the quiet space, and you buried your face into the pillow, wishing you could block out the world entirely. Rome’s words—or maybe his silence—played on repeat in your mind, each thought cutting deeper than the last. You felt raw, vulnerable, and utterly alone.