I Want You To Let Her Have Her Boyfriend

Graham's Point Of View   The moment she slammed the bedroom door in my face, the sound reverberated like a slap across my jaw. I stood there frozen, a muscle ticking in my cheek as I stared at the cold, closed door. Her rejection echoed louder than any insult, louder than any fight we’d ever had.   My fists clenched, jaw tightening as I forced myself to breathe… slow and controlled, but my blood boiled beneath the surface, threatening to erupt.   “Elena…” I muttered under my breath, dragging a hand down my face.   She pushed me. Actually pushed me. Out of the room. And then she slammed the door. Locked it. Like I was the intruder in my own damn home.   My fists clenched at my sides. My jaw tight enough to break bone.   Inside that room, I could hear her… the sound of her body sliding to the ground, her muffled sobs breaking the silence like thunder in my skull. And for a moment... I just stood there.   Frozen.   Because as much as I was burning, as much as every damn nerve in my body a