Se connecterPOV: SeraphinaThe cold night air bit at my skin, sharp and unrelenting, but I barely noticed. My chest heaved violently with sobs I could no longer hold in, hair plastered to my tear-streaked face. My blouse was half undone, clinging to me in all the wrong ways, and I could feel the raw ache of my body and mind pressing against every nerve.Every step I took on the uneven pavement felt jagged, each movement reminding me of the chaos I had left behind, the hotel room, Alex’s confusion, the shattering of everything I thought I could control.I stumbled onto the sidewalk, half-dressed and broken, and fumbled for my phone. My fingers shook so badly that I had to steady the device against my palm before dialing. Every nerve screamed at me to stay on the line with someone…anyone…but I knew only one person could bring me out of the spiral, even for a moment.Driver… I need a ride. Now.The line clicked, and I could hear the faint static of someone answering.My voice cracked as I whispered
POV: AlexMy instincts screamed at me to run to her, to catch her before she fell apart completely. Every fiber in my body demanded I move, that I step out of the car and wrap her in my arms, that I shield her from the storm I’d helped create. The night air felt sharp in my lungs, carrying a chill that made my pulse hammer faster.But before I could even step out of the car, a sleek black vehicle rolled quietly to a stop beside her. The tinted windows reflected the streetlights like pools of liquid shadow. My stomach dropped, twisting like a knife.She hesitated for a fraction of a second, then, without looking back, slipped into the backseat. The car pulled away smoothly, leaving only the cold night behind. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles ached, white against the black leather.Probably her driver, I realized. That explanation didn’t calm me. It only added layers to the panic clawing through my chest.Where was she going? Was she safe? Why didn’t she let me
POV: AlexThe hotel room was silent now. Too silent. The air still carried her scent, the sharp, intoxicating, and overwhelmingly Seraphina. My shirt was damp where her tears had soaked through, my chest still echoing the impact of her head against me, the tremor of her sobs like a storm that wouldn’t end.I sank onto the edge of the bed, fingers running through my hair, trying to process what had just happened.Confusion twisted through me; sharper than any anger I’d felt before. She’d come at me like a hurricane, fierce and unrelenting, and yet… she’d broken away, left me alone in the wreckage she’d created.I pressed my palms to my face, the fabric damp with her tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and for the first time in a long time, I felt powerless. She’d been so violent, so raw… so undeniably herself. And I hadn’t done anything to stop it.Not because I wanted her to hurt me, but because I didn’t know how to stop the tidal wave of emotions she’d unleashed.Her hands on
POV: SeraphinaThe moment I stepped out of the lecture hall, the air felt thick, like the weight of everything I hadn’t said was pressing down on me. The faint hum of conversations and footsteps in the hall seemed distant, muted, as if the world itself had slowed, waiting for me to act.My phone was already in my hand, my thumb hovering over the screen, trembling. I didn’t hesitate.Alex.I typed the message quickly, my fingers almost too fast to follow, as if moving slower would give the fear time to overtake me.We need to talk. Now.I hit send before I could second-guess myself. Before I could regret letting the fury, the hurt, and the confusion spill out like molten fire, burning everything in its path. The hall smelled faintly of polished wood, coffee from the nearby vending machine, and the lingering scent of perfume from students passing by, but I barely noticed. My focus was entirely on him, on the storm that awaited.Within minutes, he replied.Where?The seconds stretched be
POV: AveryThe lecture hall felt impossibly quiet, though the professor’s voice carried on like a faint hum beneath the thrum of my heartbeat. I tried to focus; I really did but my eyes kept flicking toward Seraphina.Something was off.She was fidgeting in her seat, a small, subtle movement at first. Her fingers continually tapping on her notebook, hair twisting around her finger and both ankles bouncing. They were just tiny signs of restlessness, but they screamed louder than words ever could. My chest tightened every time I caught her glance, a brief flick of suspicion, curiosity, maybe even hurt glowed across her face, before she quickly looked away.I forced myself to take notes, but the paper in front of me blurred into lines and loops as my thoughts drifted back to the scene in the parking lot earlier.Alex’s smile. That private warmth he reserved for me. The brush of our hands that had lingered far too long. The taste of it like fire on my tongue. I could feel it under my skin
POV: AveryI pushed open the classroom door and stepped into the hallway, my bag suddenly feeling heavier than it had all morning. My chest was tight, my pulse hammering against my ribs like it wanted to escape. Seraphina’s voice followed me, soft but insistent.“Wait up.”I froze for a fraction of a second, then forced my feet to move. I had to. I told myself I was meeting someone for a “group project,” but my stomach twisted with the lie. Every word felt brittle in my mouth, every breath sharp against the cage of my ribs.“I…I’ve got to meet someone real quick. Group project,” I muttered, forcing casualness I didn’t feel.Her brow furrowed. “Which group?”“Creative Writing,” I said too fast.She gave me that look, sharp, questioning. “We don’t have one.”I hesitated, forcing a laugh that felt hollow. “Right. I meant…uh…Lit Studies. Sorry, I’m all over the place.”Before she could respond, I slipped past her, moving down the hallway faster than necessary, ignoring the curious glances







