LOGINJude POVThe hospital room was a cage. White walls, white sheets, the steady, rhythmic beeping of a machine that was measuring the slow, pathetic beat of my own heart. IV fluids dripped into my arm, a cold, steady reminder of how far I had fallen. I was a failure. A pathetic, weak, broken failure. I had let myself get to this point. I had let my own weakness consume me.Liam had tried. He had sat with me for hours, his constant, worried chatter a futile attempt to fill the suffocating silence. He had brought me books, had tried to get me to watch TV, had even offered to sneak in a burger. But I had just stared at the wall, my mind a blank, empty void. There was nothing left. I was an empty shell.He had finally gone back to the dorm to get some sleep, leaving me alone with my own miserable thoughts. The doctor had been in earlier, a kind, older woman with a gentle, pitying smile. She had talked about exhaustion, about dehydration, about stress. She had used all the clinical, sterile w
The silence that followed Roxy’s plea was a heavy, suffocating blanket. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. My mind was a chaotic, swirling mess of betrayal and guilt and a terrifying, unwanted responsibility. I had spent weeks building a fortress around my heart, and in one fell swoop, Roxy had torn down the walls, leaving me exposed and vulnerable to the very storm I had been hiding from.I went inside, leaving her on the porch, the screen door slamming shut behind me with a final, decisive sound. I went straight to my room, closing the door and sinking onto my bed, pulling a pillow over my head to block out the world. But it was no use. I could still hear her words, echoing in the caverns of my mind. He’s in the hospital… he’s wasting away… he needs to hear from you.I hated her for telling me. I hated her for putting this weight on my shoulders, for forcing me to care when I was so desperately trying not to. But underneath the anger, a small, insidious voice of guilt was whispering
Aria POVMy world, which had been slowly, painstakingly shrinking to the manageable size of this porch swing, this quiet street, this fragile peace, suddenly exploded. “It’s about… him.” The words were a stone dropped into the still, dark water of my carefully constructed calm, and the ripples were waves of pure, undiluted panic.“I don’t want to know, Roxy,” I said, my voice a cold, hard sound. I pulled the blanket tighter around me, a flimsy shield against the army of memories her words had unleashed. I couldn’t go back there. I couldn’t feel his pain on top of my own. It would break me. “I can’t.”“Just listen,” she said, her voice a soft, pleading sound that was already chipping away at my resolve. “Please, Aria. Just listen to what I have to say.”I shook my head, a silent, stubborn refusal. But I didn’t get up. I didn’t run away. A small, stubborn part of me, the part that was still tethered to him with an unbreakable, invisible cord, needed to know.“He’s in the hospital,” she
Roxy POVThree weeks. It had been three weeks since the world as we knew it had ended. Three weeks since Aria’s lie had been shattered, three weeks since her first therapy session, three weeks since I’d last seen a genuine, unforced smile reach her eyes. She was better, in a way. The hollow, haunted look had been replaced by a quiet, watchful stillness. She was functioning. She was healing. But she wasn't Aria. Not yet.I found her sitting on the front porch swing, a light blanket draped over her legs, staring out at the street as if she were watching a movie no one else could see. It was a warm Saturday afternoon, the kind of day we would have spent at the mall, or by the pool, or just driving around with the windows down, singing along to terrible pop songs. Now, silence was our shared language.“Hey,” I said, my voice a soft, gentle murmur as I sat down beside her, the swing creaking under my weight. “How was it?”She shrugged, her gaze still fixed on the empty street. “It was fine
Jude POVThe fluorescent lights of the library hummed with a monotonous, soul-crushing drone. It was the same sound I’d been hearing for two weeks, a constant, low-level buzz that mirrored the static in my own head. I was supposed to be studying for an econ midterm, but the words in the textbook blurred together, a meaningless jumble of graphs and formulas. My brain was a broken machine, incapable of processing anything other than the single, looping track of my own failure.I’d thrown myself into the one thing I could control: football. Practice was a brutal, welcome distraction. I ran until my lungs burned, hit until my body ached, pushed myself harder than I ever had before. Coach was thrilled, calling me a beast, a leader. But it was a lie. I wasn’t a leader. I was a coward hiding behind a helmet, using physical pain as a pathetic attempt to drown out the emotional agony.Liam tried. He’d drag me to the dining hall, he’d sit with me in our dorm room, he’d try to talk about anything
The next few days settled into a fragile new rhythm. The world didn't stop turning, but it felt like I was watching it from behind a thick pane of glass. I went to my classes, I ate the meals my mom put in front of me, I answered her questions with quiet, non-committal murmurs. I was functioning, but the vibrant, chaotic girl I used to be was still missing, locked away in the deep, dark recesses of my grief.My mom, bless her, had become an expert in the art of quiet presence. She didn't push. She didn't pry. She just… was. She'd leave a book on my nightstand she thought I might like. She'd make my favorite pasta for dinner. She'd sit with me in the living room in the evenings, the two of us lost in our own thoughts, but together. It was a silent, unspoken pact of support, and I clung to it like a lifeline.On Thursday, I was sitting at the kitchen table, listlessly pushing a piece of lettuce around my plate, when my phone buzzed. It was a text from Roxy. You busy?My thumb hovered ov
Jude's POVA couple days later, after everything that happened with Tim and Lola, I asked Aria if she wanted to come over. My mom was working late, and the house was quiet—just us. We needed this. Time alone, away from the chaos of school, away from everyone's eyes.We sat in my room, the lamp cast
Jude POV"I like you, Aria," I said, my heart thumping a frantic rhythm against my ribs.I couldn't believe I was finally telling her this, spilling the truth that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. She needed to know. I only wished I'd said it sooner, before all this heartache.Ar
Aria POVI ran.Up the stairs, away from the noise, the laughter, the betrayal. Each step echoed the shattering of my heart, the destruction of everything I thought was real. I didn't know where I was going, only that I needed to escape.I stumbled through unfamiliar rooms, each one a blur of color
We arrived at the party, the bass thumping in my chest as Roxy parked the car. I texted Tim to tell him I was here, and he replied almost instantly, telling me he was already there. I smiled, a flutter of anticipation filling my stomach. I couldn't wait to see him.Once we walked through the front







