C131 A Love That Never Was.

I went still.

Not from the cool night air or the water sliding down my skin, trailing rivulets. No. It was Andrew’s voice—flat, cold, final.

"I’m leaving. Tonight."

I clutched the pool’s edge. A deep, ugly weight settled in my chest, pressing against my ribs like something was trying to crawl out.

The guards were gone. The night stretched empty between us, but the silence wasn’t comforting