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not enough, again

Mazie had been alone in London for the first time in a long while. She hadn’t seen it coming. Her apartment—once soaked in laughter, tears, and memories—felt like someone else’s place now. Ever since she met Liūtas, she’d been on the road with him, around the world. She knew every lyric of their band’s songs, had lost count of the hours backstage. But now? Now she ran.

The bachelorette party, which seemed like just a fun night out, had turned everything upside down. She danced, laughed, acted silly. She definitely hadn’t planned to come home with a mark on her neck. But when the choice was between being choked or kissed, the kiss felt like the obvious option. No one warned her that kiss would leave a bruise with consequences.

But the worst part wasn’t Liūtas’ anger. It was knowing he had already heard about it—before she even had a chance to explain. She’d planned to tell him, but the moment he asked, she froze. She wasn’t being serious, but he already had his version of the story and didn’t seem open to the truth. That hurt most of all.

They had never fought like this before. None of her apologies landed. Her mind spun through everything that changed since meeting him—how she gave up everything, became part of his world. And he... he asked his question with a decision already made.

The joint and alcohol weren’t planned either. It was reckless. She realized that as soon as the dizziness hit. She just wanted to escape the thought—once again—that she wasn’t enough.

She never meant to harm the baby. But when Liūtas questioned if the child was even his, the words scorched her. She’d already been scared, already trying to hold it together. That broke her. And when she threw her engagement ring at him, it felt final.

Now Mazie is in London. Her eyes swollen from crying. Trying to keep herself alive—not for her—but for the little life growing inside her.