I'm dying, what about that?
After what felt like an eternity of agonizing silence, the stillness in the room was finally shattered. Jordan lay on the bed, curled slightly on his side, his body aching with exhaustion, but it was his mind that was truly tormented. The words Stephanie had spoken still echoed relentlessly in his thoughts, replaying over and over with the kind of clarity that cut through him like a blade.
Could it really be true?
He couldn't escape the idea. The possibility gnawed at him like a relentless tide, and he felt himself sinking under the weight of it. He had always known, hadn't he? The certainty that Sydney still cared for him, that there was something between them that couldn't be broken. He'd seen it in her eyes—felt it in every touch, every shared moment. The warmth of her affection had been a constant in his life, and yet… hearing Stephanie's words had turned everything upside down.