12. Frasier
Frasier
I got back at dawn.
Dusty. Exhausted. Blood on my boots and adrenaline still in my veins.
The mission had been a mess—hostiles, weather delays, missing intel—but we got the guy out alive.
All I wanted now was a hot shower… and Marley.
But her cabin was empty.
The bed was made.
The place smelled like lemon and regret.
I walked next door to mine, confused, heartbeat picking up speed—
And then I saw the note.
I read it once.
Then again.
Then I crushed it in my hand and punched the doorframe so hard I split the skin across my knuckles.
She left me.
Again.
After everything. After the storm, the kiss, the way she looked at me like I was safety and danger and home all at once.
She walked out like none of it mattered.
And the worst part?
I still wanted to go after her.