I stumbled out of the bathroom, everything around me blurring as I tried to steady myself. Leaning against the wall for support, I slowly made my way to the living room and collapsed onto the couch.
Jason, however, was still in the other room, trying to comfort Ava as if nothing had happened. "Hey, hey, Ava, stop crying," he said gently. "It’s all Emma’s fault. Let’s just forget about her."
"Get some rest. Tomorrow, we’re going to the amusement park," he added, his tone soft and reassuring.
I felt my energy draining, both physically and emotionally. I didn’t want to fight anymore.
I was just... so tired.
From the room, Ava’s delicate voice floated toward me. "Jason, I’m a bit hungry..."
Jason’s reply was gentle. "What do you want to eat? I’ll make it for you."
I couldn’t take it anymore.
Grabbing my bag, I stormed out of the door, the night air cooled against my face, but it couldn’t shake the chill in my heart.
...
Memories flooded my mind, crashing over me like a tidal wave. The sweet past now felt like sharp knives, stabbing me repeatedly in the chest.