SOPHIA’S POV
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel as I drove.
My phone kept buzzing on the seat, and when I picked up again, I heard Bianca’s broken voice.
"Sophia... he did it again" she said "He... he slept with that girl. That same girl, can you imagine?" She hiccuped, sniffling loudly. She was talking about her boyfriend who was nothing but a scumbag. "I thought he changed. I thought he loved me."
I kept my eyes on the road, "Bianca, I know it hurts. I know exactly how it feels, believe me." My claws threatened to push out at the memory, but I kept them in check. "But you don’t deserve this. Not this kind of pain, not this kind of disrespect."
She sobbed harder. "But I love him."
"Love shouldn’t bruise your chest like this," I murmured, and my wolf howled quietly inside me, remembering the nights I cried over Damien, over his coldness, over the way he left marks on my heart. "Love shouldn’t make you feel like you’re begging to be chosen."
"But I’m not ready to leave." She whispered. "What if he really changes? What if I’m throwing away something good?"
"Bianca, you’re not throwing away something good. You’re letting go of something that’s drowning you."
Her breath hitched. "Sophia... how did you know when to walk away? How did you do it?"
My heart twisted. The truth was, I wasn’t fully out of it yet. It still hurt.
But I said, honestly, "Because the moment I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize myself anymore, I knew I had already lost more than I should have. That’s when I walked. Or tried to."
She went quiet. And then, she spoke "I don’t want to be alone."
"You’re not alone," I said immediately. "I’m coming to get you. I won’t leave you alone tonight."
"Okay."
When I found her outside the club, her makeup was smudged. She had her shoes in her hands. I wrapped my arms around her instantly. She collapsed into me, burying her face into my shoulder. "Sophia... I’m so stupid."
"You’re not stupid," I whispered, running my hand down her back. "You’re just hurting. And you’re drunk. Come on, let’s go."
She clung to me all the way to the car, and when I settled her into the passenger seat, she looked at me with teary confused eyes.
"Why does it feel like it hurts everywhere? Even my wolf feels tired."
"Because your heart is tired." I pushed her hair behind her ear gently. "And hearts heal slower than bones."
She sniffed. "Can I sleep?"
"Yes, sleep." I started the car again, and she dozed off with her head against the window.
*
The next morning, I got dressed for the market, tying my hair back and slipping comfortable sandals on. It was my father’s birthday.
At the market, I walked between stalls.
The sellers recognized me immediately, greeting me cheerfully. I picked yams, vegetables, spices, fresh chicken and everything else I would need.
Back at home, the whole place felt alive.
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Where have you been? You didn’t sleep here last night."
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