Knoxx Point of View
I wasn't even supposed to be here.
But the school sent a reminder about Evelyn's event, and for some damn reason, I clicked “yes.” Maybe it was habit. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe I just wanted to see if Caroline would be there.
Let’s not pretend I don’t know what this is. I’ve been trying to play it cool, pretending she doesn’t matter anymore. Pretending the distance between us doesn’t feel like a knife slowly digging deeper.
But the moment I step into the school courtyard, I see her—and all that cool vanishes.
She’s standing under the archway of some kindergarten art project, surrounded by paper suns and glittery stars. She's laughing. That soft, effortless laugh I haven’t heard in years. And beside her?
Adrian.
He’s adjusting the collar of her coat, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His fingers graze her neck. She looks up at h
