Chapter 70 - Part 1

The door’s echo thundered in his ears as it slammed shut, sealing his fate. Hector, a statue of despair, stood there with his eyes closed, his hand clenched around the doorknob, his breath echoing in the silence. As he opened his eyes, tears cascaded down his face, each a silent witness to the tempest raging within.

It was the end of everything he held dear. All he had left were shattered dreams and an unceasing love burning inside him.

His head hung low, like a wilting flower, unable to escape the harsh reality of his hurtful words to Skye. He ached for the solace of delusion, for the sweet lie that this was but a nightmare, and when he woke up, none of this would have transpired, and Skye would be sleeping peacefully in his embrace.

His grip on the doorknob tightened —a lifeline to the past he yearned to rewrite. To storm back, face Skye, and swallow his venomous words of anger, wounded pride, and broken heart.

But pride still held him captive; he refused to grant her the victory