LOGINLiam's POV
Emily eventually drifted off to sleep likely due to the medication the nurse administered to help her relax. Her breathing had evened out her expression serene despite the lingering puffiness, from her tears still apparent.She rested on her side with the blanket drawn up to her chest. The soft lighting of the VIP room made her appear pale and delicate unlike the woman who was constantly demanding, constantly asking, constantly crying and pleading for me to returSienna's POV The home seemed way large. Way silent and much too hurtful.I was in the center of the living room, looking at the stairs Noah walked down each day. It was three days. Three days since he vanished without saying a word. It felt like years.I held the phone in my hand more tightly. The screen didn't change. No calls, no messages.No sign that Noah still remembered this home.Yesterday, Liam and I went to a police place. I still recall sitting there, my voice shaking as I explained all.Each word seemed like saying that I had lost my son.But their response still echoed in my head.“He most likely just ran away, ma’am.”"We can’t start a complete search before 72 hours."I shut my eyes. My chest got tight again. “It’s nearly three days.” I said softly.But to them it still wasn’t enough.It was j
Rachel's POVMy mother did not answer. She looked at me with a face but there was something in her eyes that I could not understand."That is why?" she said finally "if he still wants to push himself then it means he has already made up his mind."I became quiet again. My mothers words sounded cold and too sensible."Sometimes," she said softly, "people like that will not stop, no matter how worried we are."I swallowed hard. My chest felt tight. "So we are just supposed to do nothing?" I asked quietly.My mother gave a smile. "Not nothing. You need to know what you can and cannot do."I frowned. "What do you mean?""Yes," she said. "There is a line between caring about someone and getting too involved in their life."I looked at my mother trying to understand what she meant."You are allowed to worry about Noah. That is normal. Do not feel like you are r
Rachel’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 POV I open my eyes. No. This isn’t the time to drown in the past. I came here to rebuild my life, not to get tangled in an old story that may never be fixed.But I also can’t lie to myself. There’s something different about him. Whether it’s only my imagination or a real ch
Sienna's POV My eyes were still heavy, the lids glued shut as if with wood glue. My head felt stuffed with cotton, maybe because I had stayed up too late the night before. But the sound of the doorbell kept ringing once, twice, three times—with patient, consistent persistence. I groaned soft
Liam's POV Streetlights lined up like man-made stars that never dimmed, illuminating the path I followed out of the parking lot. The hum of the car engine blended with the rush of the night wind, creating a silence that only amplified the echo of my thoughts. My hands were still gripping the
Liam’s POV An accident. It was clear. Thin smoke still rose from the side of the road, a crowd had gathered, and several officers were directing traffic, urging drivers to wait. My fingers tapped impatiently against the steering wheel, anxiety crawling higher by the second. Every moment that







