Mila's POV
Armando dropped me off at my house, his fingers brushing against mine as he smiled at me, looking at me with so much longing. There was a quiet kind of warmth in his gaze, like he was trying not to hope too loudly.
"Goodnight, my love," he said softly, kissing me.
It was slow. Sweet. The kind of kiss that asked for nothing but gave everything. His lips lingered a little longer than usual, like he didn't want to let go. Like he was afraid that if he did, I might disappear.
And maybe a part of me already had.
"Goodnight," I whispered, pulling away gently. I stepped out of the car, feeling the weight of the evening press down on my shoulders.
I didn't go inside right away. I stood there for a moment, hand on the doorknob, watching the red taillights of his car disappear into the street. The silence that followed felt heavy.
I should've felt something more. I wanted to.
Instead, all I felt was guilt.
