MAYA

The smile died on my face. A cold, suffocating wave of reality came crashing back down on me, and the fantasy went away in a single second. The towel tied around my chest slowly loosened and slipped to the floor. I stood there, completely naked, staring down at the screen as it kept aggressively lighting up with her name.

The closet door clicked open, and Silas walked back into the room, adjusting a clean shirt.

"Maya," he called out casually.

I didn't answer. I couldn't even move.

"Maya?" he repeated, his tone dropping instantly when he saw my face. "What's wrong?" His voice, filled with concern as he noticed...