로그인Sienna’s POV
The night felt long. I couldn't close my eyes, even though my body was tired, even though my eyes burned with unshed tears. I lay in Noah's room, letting his little arms wrap around my waist. He slept soundly, his face calm, his breathing deep, as if the world had never hurt him.But my thoughts kept spinning. Liam's words, Emily's gaze, everything tangled together in my head. Could my decision be wrong again? Was I just repeating the same pattern of giving my heartRachel’s POV It has been three days. Three days since Noah ran away from the hospital. Three days since his parents came to my house with expressions that I just cannot forget. I am standing by my bedroom window staring at the garden without seeing anything. My thoughts keep going to Noah and his last message. [I’ll continue boxing training.] I bite my lip. "That is crazy." How could Noah do that? He was just in an accident. His body has not recovered yet. Still he ran away. Now he is training again? My hand tightens around my phone as I open the chat again. Noah's message is still there. Short and casual as if nothing is wrong. As if he is fine. Noah is not fine. I let out a breath and my emotions got all tangled up. I feel annoyed at first, sharp and immediate. Beneath that I feel something else. I am worried about Noah. If he wants to prove something why does he have to do this? Why does he have to hurt himself like that? "Noah is an idiot." I whisper to myself. I try
Noah's POVMy shoulder hurts my stomach hurts my face hurts. Even breathing is hard.I am still here still holding on.The locker room door. Someone walks in but I do not look up right away.I hear footsteps and then a bottle of water appears in front of me."Drink!" My coach says.I look up at him. He is standing there with a blank face like always.I take the bottle without saying much. “Thanks."I drink the water away and it feels good on my dry throat.We are quiet for a seconds and then my coach sits down across from me.He is watching me. I can feel his eyes on me.I close the bottle slowly. Put it down and my eyes go to the floor for a moment before I look up again.The room is quiet. All I can hear is our heavy breathing from training.My coach is still looking at me. His eyes are not as sharp as they wer
Noah's POV The scent of sweat and fake leather struck me as soon as I walked into a training room.The ring was still there. Just like always.Shiny lights hung over it, showing each spot with no place to hide.I took a big breath. My body right away complained.The hurt was still all around. My arm felt big, my belly got tight each time I took a deep breath, and the cuts from yesterday’s mishap still hurted.But I kept going ahead. I didn’t have the time to stop.“You’re late.”My coach’s voice came from the ring.I turned. He was there, arms crossed, looking at me closely.“Sorry,” I replied shortly.I put my bag on the floor and started to wrap up my hands. My moves were slower than normal.Not because I was lazy. But because it hurt.“Get up!”The command was brief.I didn’t answer
Siennas POVIt was quiet again.Liam spoke up after a while.“I will make dinner.”I shook my head even though Liam might not have seen me do it. "I do not feel like eating.”A few seconds. Liam did not say anything. Then Liam came into the room.“You need to eat something." Liam said.I turned to look at Liam.And before I knew it my voice was a little stronger. "I said I do not feel like eating.”My voice was a bit harsh. I did not have the energy to say sorry.Liam was quiet for a moment then he nodded a little. "Alright.”Liam did not say anythingThat made my heart feel even tighter.I leaned back on the sofa. Stared up at the ceiling. Time passed. I did not know how much time passed. All I knew was that I could not stop thinking.Wher
Sienna's POVI was afraid.Scared to open that door and really feel how empty our home was without Noah.Scared to see the truth that Noah may not get home today.Tomorrow.. Who knows when.I closed my eyes for a moment held my breath then opened them“Liam," I called softly.He glanced at me.“If Noah really pulls away." I paused, my voice trembling again, "can we still bring Noah back?"The question hung in the air, Heavy and Painful.Liam looked at me for a few seconds. Didn’t answer right away. Maybe because he knew there was no answer to that.I gave a bitter smile.“Sorry." I said quietly. "I’m asking many questions."I took a breath again then exhaled slowly trying to calm myself trying to accept the situation even though I knew I wasn’t ready.When the car finally stopped in front
Sienna's POV The auto went slow, leaving a place behind. I sat quiet in the passenger seat, staring blankly in front. My hands were still shaking, even though I tried to hold them tight on a lap.The ride felt very quiet. No sounds. No chat. Just the soft buzz of the motor, like it was filling the space getting bigger in my heart.I took a big breath, but it still felt hard to breathe,“So what should we do now?”I at last said something. My sound was gentle, faint. I didn’t even know if Liam heard me?But he glanced at me right away.“Should we call the police?”The query came out just like that, for I really didn’t know what else to do.We looked all over. The clinic. The school. The green space. Even Rachel's home.The result was still the same Empty, No Noah.Liam turned his gaze to the path in front of him. For a couple seconds he was
Sienna's POV I glanced briefly at Liam. He walked beside me, occasionally stealing glances with a faint smile.My eyes fell on the shopping bags in his hands before returning to Noah, who wouldn’t stop chattering about his new backpack. His mouth ran on and on, full of energy,
Sienna’s POV I stared at Emily's face for a long moment, almost unable to believe the words that had just come out of her mouth. Her words were like a knife that had been sharpened for ages, then stabbed straight into my chest, slow, neat, but excruciatingly painful."Don't go back
Sienna’s POV I was just starting to drift off to sleep on the couch when the front door creaked open. I instinctively straightened, my heart beating faster. For a moment, I panicked, afraid it was just another bad dream arriving uninvited. But then a deep, familiar voice called out.
Sienna’s POV I stood in front of the grand gate of the private elementary school, gazing at the school’s name elegantly engraved on a marble plaque. The gate was tall, made of sturdy black iron, adorned with purple bougainvillea flowers cascading beautifully on both sides. From inside came t







