#Chapter 132: All Alone

Ella The room was bathed in the soft glow of my bedside lamp, casting gentle shadows on the walls. My eyes flickered from the ceiling to my digital clock. 2:37 AM. Sleep was elusive tonight. No matter how hard I tried, I simply couldn’t catch it. I had been laying here for what felt like an eternity, hoping that exhaustion would finally take over me, but it didn’t. The comforter felt too heavy, almost suffocating, and I tossed it aside with a frustrated sigh. It had been two weeks since I last saw Logan. The time was going by surprisingly slower than I had imagined, as though his absence was somehow slowing time down. I kept wondering to myself how I had let things get to this point, but I wasn’t entirely sure. I only knew one thing: that this was my fault. All of it. My mind wandered, once again, to that night in the hotel with Logan. The night where boundaries became blurred and lines were crossed—lines I had painstakingly drawn myself. We had laughed, we had talked