Mag-log inSienna's POV
I walked slowly down the corridor of the house, now so silent. Each step felt heavy, as if I were leaving something unresolved back in the living room. Liam’s goodnight still echoed in my ears, simple, yet layered with emotions I couldn’t fully decipher.I opened the bedroom door quietly. Sitting at the edge of the bed, I stared at the empty wall and let out a long sigh. My body was tired, yet my mind only grew louder.The coffee I’d had earlier did nothing to calm mRachel’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 took a deep breath, trying to soothe the sudden surge in my heart. The handles of the shopping bags made me feel like I was holding my hands. The sight of small faces rushed past me, and I kept my attention on the first-grade classroom door. They were all waiting for me.A
Sienna's POV I resorted to minor things, such as warming up the soup I bought, setting the dinner table, and possibly placing toast on my child's plate. It was obvious from the smell of warm food that he was so excited to see it and then invite Liam out for dinner.Just that snapshot bro
Sienna's POV I whispered, "He's mature enough, doesn't he?" With a single glance towards the same direction, Liam nodded in agreement. "It's too fast to judge. But I'm proud." I nodded slightly, my gaze fixed on the classroom door that had recently swallowed this little creature. I
Sienna's POV The words stuck with me, but I didn't know why. His tone was one of acceptance rather than sadness or regret. This morning, maybe it was that. Why is that? Both of us had stopped running and were gradually relearning to walk together.The door was half open, and I could sme







