MasukSienna's POV
The afternoon seemed to crawl more than normal. The clock on the wall in the living room ticked gently, counting time as it got nearer to night. I had cleaned the kitchen and was now on the couch, looking out the big window that looked at the street. On the table, the cake I made before was set nicely on a plate with its soft cream and chocolate bits. I didn’t try it yet. I wanted to wait for Noah and Liam to get home to see their faces the time they tried it.For aEmily's POV Rachel kept crying softly against my shoulder. Her tears soaked through my clothes.My eyes stared blankly ahead before I spoke again. The words came out heavier this time.“Your father sent the divorce papers today.” Sadness coated every syllable carefully.Rachel pulled away slightly and stared at me in shock. Confusion instantly filled her expression.“What?” Her voice sounded almost breathless.I lowered my head slowly as if struggling to hold back pain. Part of that sadness was real.“Your father wants to divorce me.” The sentence felt bitter even leaving my mouth.“Why?” Rachel whispered weakly.A small shake of my head followed. My eyes stayed lowered to maintain the fragile image I needed her to see.“Maybe your father hates me now too.” My voice softened deliberately.Rachel immediately fell silent. Doubt slowly appeared in her eyes.I gently held her hand before speaking again. Every word was carefully chosen.
Emily's POV My chest felt painfully tight. The pain mixed with regret and lingering hatred. I closed my eyes while crying softly again. Noah’s image kept replaying endlessly inside my head. His body flying through the air looked horrifying. Blood stained the road beneath him. Sienna’s screams echoed inside my ears repeatedly. For the first time since the accident, my hands trembled because of fear instead of anger. I am terrified of myself now. I lowered my head while hugging myself tightly on the bed. The room felt colder with every passing second. Even my own breathing sounded unfamiliar in my ears. What had I done? Noah was dead because of me. That sentence repeated endlessly inside my head like punishment. I bit my lip so hard it started hurting. Even that pain could not erase the image of Sienna at the funeral earlier. Her empty stare and broken tears haunted me. The way she hel
Emily's POV I sat silently at the edge of the bed for what felt like forever. The bedroom lights were intentionally left off, leaving only the dim glow from the garden outside the window.The room felt cold and painfully quiet while I stared at the floor without truly seeing anything. My hands were still trembling uncontrollably.The sound of that impact kept replaying inside my head again and again. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as my breathing turned uneven.I never thought everything would end like this. Deep down, maybe I had always known it would.My emotions had become too overwhelming for me to care anymore. I lowered my head while pressing a hand against my aching temple.Everything started yesterday when I secretly went to Sienna’s house. I still remembered sitting inside my car while watching the house from a distance.That warm house had almost become mine once. It was the same house I used to dream about.Then the front door opened slow
Sienna's POV I immediately shook my head softly.“Don’t blame yourself.”Even to my own ears, my voice sounded weak and broken.“If Noah were here, he would never want to see you crying like this.”Rachel bit her lip hard again. Tears slipped silently down her cheeks, and seeing that made my own eyes burn once more.Because I knew Noah truly cared about this girl.Even after all the pain he had gone through.Behind us, several of Noah’s friends still stood near the grave, placing flowers one by one. Johan lowered his head quietly for a long moment before finally stepping back with red eyes. Kevin even turned his face away while quickly wiping his tears.They were all far too young to lose someone like this.I closed my eyes for a moment.Noah was far too young too.He should have still been at home right now. He should have been complaining about my cooking, arguing with me over small things, laughing together with Liam.Not lying
Sienna's POV The sky was filled with dull c͏louds that day. Chilly air stayed all around even though there was no rain, like the world itself had lost its shine the time Noah went away?I stood by the tomb feeling very empty. Since this morning, all things had happened like a bad dream that wouldn't stop. Folks kept coming one after another, giving their sorrys I could hardly hear now.Because my mind focused on only one thing.Noah.My son was inside that coffin.I looked at the pale box in front of me without blinking. My hand gripped Liam’s arm hard, as if to let go would make me fall down completely.None of this seemed true. Just some days ago, Noah was still chuckling in the home. He was still at breakfast with us. He was still saying Mommy in that slow way when I made him eat.Now I was here looking at him get buried. A hole felt to tear open in my chest.The f
Sienna's POVI did not even realize I had said it until Liam looked at me.“He must have been really scared then, I whispered, my voice shaking. "He must have been looking for us.”The memory of Noah lying there alone before the ambulance arrived felt like a knife twisting inside my chest.I was his mom supposed to protect him. I was too late.Liam slowly took my hand, stopping it from shaking much.“Sienna.”I slowly looked up at him.“Listen to me.”His eyes were red now. His voice sounded rough. He tried to stay calm.“Noah is still fighting.”I bit my lip hard trying to stop another sob.“He wouldn’t want his mom breaking down like this.”Those words made my tears fall harder.Because I knew it was true.Noah always panicked when he saw me cry.As a kid he would hug me
Sienna's POV “Noah, don’t throw your shoes,” I scolded gently, holding back a smile as one small shoe landed crookedly near the bookshelf.“Sorry, Mommy,” he said quickly, crouching down to pick it up. “Noah was in a hurry to tell you something.”I leaned my hip against the kitchen c
Sienna's POV There was a brief pause. The road ahead grew busier, tall buildings slowly replacing rows of small shops. The city center was getting closer. “Thank you, Liam,” I said at last, more quietly. “Really.” “You’re welcome.” I could almost p
Liam's POV I remembered this morning, before all of this. Sienna looked tense, her shoulders stiff, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. And now the change was real. Not because I had done anything grand. Just because I was there. Accompanying her. Listening. Not leaving.Maybe that was what
Sienna's POV The trip home felt very different from the journey earlier. Back then, I had been filled with nerves and worry, as if I were about to face the biggest test of my life. Now, my chest felt lighter instead. There was space, there was light, and something was slowly growing, somethi







